College

Part 11

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"What?" You asked him, confused.

Both of your faces were still a few inches a part from each other.

"We're officially dating." He repeated himself.

What does he exactly mean by that? You gave him a confused look then he went to his bed and got a newspaper.

He started reading it, "Thomas Brodie-Sangster, officially dating a new girl."

"What?" You felt so disappointed that he's actually referring to the news. But why would you be disappointed? Why are you so affected that he doesn't really mean to say that both of you are officially dating?

You were lost in your own world that you weren't able to listen to Thomas talking about his plans of your stunt.

"Hey," He waved his hand an inch or two away from your face. "Are you listening?"

"I have to go to someone's house right now." You said trying to make some sort of an excuse.

"But we're going on a date?" He said confused.

"Not now, Thomas." You said with a firm tone which he sighed in defeat.

You succeeded in trying to get rid of him. Weeks passed until it has been months since you agreed in being his fake girlfriend.

Today marks the start of your finals for the first semester and you got up five hours before you had to go to school to review once again. You were busy reviewing when Thomas woke up that you didn't realize he was in front of you until he spoke.

"You haven't been sleeping much lately, love." He said with his very attractive morning voice. Well, who are you kidding? Every aspect of him was attractive. You started to think of Thomas - his hair that is either blonde or brunette, his eyes that makes you melt, his lips. Oh god, his lips. As soon as these thoughts of Thomas flooded your mind was how soon you quickly dismissed them.

You coughed, "I'm fine."

"Do you want me to make you coffee?" He asked you.

You nodded and thanked him. He got up and walked to the kitchen and that was when you only noticed that he was only wearing boxers. You cursed at yourself. He was always half naked. Hell, when you met him you were half naked. Your head was filled with thoughts of his body which made you blush. You were stuck in your flustered state until Thomas returned with two mugs of coffee - one for each of you.

He sat beside you on your bed, gave you your mug of coffee and kissed you on your cheek.

"Good morning, love."