Ah, college. Such an necessity, but such an expense. But through the whole struggle and madness, dealing with this weird place they like to call college, it's always best to walk hand in hand with a close friend or two.
They say you find your true...
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Her soft giggles bounced off the four corners of the room. His orbs observing every single feature—from her hair, to her face, and to her body, as he continued to massage her feet.
She felt hot all over, just listening to him talk—the way he licked his lips. The lustful thoughts entered her mind, swaying in and out. The more she stared at him the more she realized the attraction she has for him is going to die sooner or later.
And it sucks... She kind of wants to take things slow with him, or just extremely slow—or just having their—whatever it is they are—come to a complete stop. That's sometimes, and sometimes she just likes his vibe...
The way she was feeling Malcolm at the party—which seemed so long ago—the feeling just isn't there anymore. As the days trailed along, she just couldn't see herself with him. For some reason, the more they talked, and the more he clung to her, the more she wanted the distance to invade. But then, it's the small attraction she feels for him that makes her want to continue talking to him.
She feels bad that it almost seems like she's leading himon...
"Tell me about your day..." He coos.
She smiles, slowly taking her feet off of his lap, and changing her position on his bed. She sat with her legs folded under her bottom as he slowly moved closer to her.
"I already told you, it was okay." Gina says, sounding monotoned.
"Nah, c'mon... I want details, like tell me how you was feeling when you first woke up?" Malcolm paused, quickly wetting his lips. "How was your morning, your afternoon? Your track meet, how you feeling right now..." He cooed.
"Um, my track meet was okay." She shrugs.
"Did you win any of your races?" He asked.
She chuckles, before sighing. "I guess... 4x2 got second place, 4x4 got first, and I got second in my heat for the 300." She pulls her phone out to check the time, before unlocking it to review her text messages.
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