With exams around the corner, Seth and I struggle to allocate time to spend with each other doing the things we love and instead arrange times that we can meet up with the gang in the library to study for our exams together.
Lucy was lucky enough that her first exam isn't until a week after my last exam—how she managed that, I will never know—but she still joined us, deciding that she will draw some designs for her portfolio in the seat beside me.
Much to Seth's disgust, Mason sits on the right-hand side of me since I thought we could help each other with our upcoming exam, so Seth settled and sits across from me, glaring at Mason. I glance up at him from my work and arch a brow, I don't think he's done anything since we sat down at the table a half hour ago, too busy staring at the space Mason fills beside me.
"You are absolutely hopeless and I hope you know that." As the words leave my mouth, Mason looks up from his paper, staring at me questioningly, but I tilt my head towards Seth who is also looking at me now, unabashedly.
"I don't want him to make a move on you, you're my Doe." Seth comments in all seriousness and both Mason and I scoff at the same time, with Mason's face then turning playfully disgusted.
"Seth, I don't think Mason is even the slightest bit interested in me, and had he been, everyone knows what would happen if they tried to have something that's yours."
Seth scowls at my choice of words, "You're not a possession."
"Then let me be," I say, soothingly, reaching out a hand across the table which he softly encases in his grasp, his fingers drifting over my skin. "I'll tell you what, if we get this study over within the next couple of hours, let's treat ourselves to dessert."
"Oooh, dessert," his eyes rolling back in his head as he groans, "I like where this is going."
Pulling my hand out from his I slap it, simultaneously rolling my eyes, "Get your head out of the gutter, you know exactly what I was talking about." He shrugs, not concerned in the least. "Now, actually study for your business exam or you don't get anything at all."
He moves the fastest I've ever seen him manage, whipping his book and laptop out at lightning speed and engrossing himself in his study. Yeah, boy, you better get a fucking move on.
The next two hours pass slowly and in that time, I don't think his head had lifted from his books at all and trust me, I'd been sneaking glances; he looks absolutely adorable with his brow furrowed in concentration. When the hours are up, he packs up his books just as fast as he pulled them out, and with barely enough time for me to put away my own things, he wisps me away and out the doors of the library.
We decide to go to be simple and find an ice-cream joint near the beach and as soon as we step inside the store, the sweet aroma fills our senses. With my hand in his, Seth leads me to the display where there are about 30 different types of ice-cream to choose from and whilst most people would have a field day with this, the variety gives me the beginnings of a headache, my hand beginning to shake.
Without any hesitation, Seth squeezes my hand in reassurance and it amazes me how well he knows me in the little time we've spent together. It's like he is constantly aware of every move I take and how I'm feeling at any point of given time and I can't express how safe he makes me feel because of it. With him, I feel like I can conquer the world.
When the female employee, 'Stacey' as her nametag reads, asks what we'd like, Seth gives her both of our flavours, choosing Nutella and Coffee for himself while he gets Guava and Mango sorbet flavours for me.
After he pays, we head out and find a spot on the beach, kicking our thongs off and letting the sand sink between our toes and that feeling along with the view and just being with him provides the first bit of relaxation since we got back from visiting home.
We spend some time just taking in the view, the purples and oranges mixing in the sky seamlessly. "Have you ever seen something so beautiful?" I ask, staring in wonder at the site in front of me.
"Yeah, and she's sitting right beside me." He moves his hand to cover the hand that I've sunk into the sand and I decide to reward his cheesy comment by sticking my ice-cream into his face.
"That was the most cringe thing I think I've ever heard come out from your mouth." I stare at him in astonishment.
"Hey, your cliché ass just shoved ice cream in my face..." and before I can think of a witty reply—let's be honest it would have taken me a couple of hours—in retaliation, Seth dips his own ice cream onto my cheek and my lips, my tastebuds picking up some remnants of the hazelnut that have made their way onto my tongue. In a quick succession of movements, Seth licks my ice cream covered cheek and then proceeds to find my lips with his own. We quickly forget about our ice cream and find ourselves lost in the constant push and pull of our lips against each others.
But for me, being the sweet tooth that I am, pulls away from the kiss and return to my guava ice cream, because it's fucking ice cream. I almost laugh at the look of utter confusion and disappointment that adorns Seth's adorable features and almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
"What was that for?" He asks, his brow furrowed completely.
"Let me tell you, it's like a game of rock, paper, scissors. All you need to know is that ice cream trumps kissing." With that, I take another lick of my ice cream and close my eyes as I savour the flavour that dances on my tongue, but some asshole whacks my ice cream from my hand and forces me on my back, once again enthralled with each other's mouths.
He pauses only to tell me, "You can't make noises like that and not expect me to do something about it," before merging our mouths once again. For his benefit, I let the ice cream leave my mind for a moment focusing on the way his kisses make me feel, like every part of my being is aflame and there's nothing that can put out the fire I feel between us. That is until something does.
I'd been so focussed on Seth that I didn't realise he had picked me up and walked over ten feet away from our spot until the weight of gravity forced me down, my hair whipping at my sides. The asshole had dropped me and he dropped me right into the bloody ocean.
I quickly am submerged in water, my clothes completely soaked through and I open my eyes to the sharp sting of salt. When I find my balance, I push up on my toes, projecting myself above the surface and spit the water that had filled my mouth into said assholes face, who's laughing so hard that some of the water actually enters his mouth and he chokes.
"Serves you right, dickhead. Choke on that." Splashing water up at his face as he scowls and for the next half an hour we find ourselves in a game of cat and mouse running away from each other, but not minding the feeling of being caught at all. Because there was nothing like the feeling of utter completeness and content that came with being in each other's embrace.
We may have made out just a little in between, or maybe a lot, not leaving the water until the lifeguard made the awkward decision to separate a kissing couple to tell us it wasn't safe in the waters now. I looked around my surroundings, shocked to realise that it had gone dark.
As Seth and I make our way to his car, our belongings in our hand, clothes essentially a second skin on our figures, I remember something important, "Hey," Scowling, I kick my feet out at Seth, forcing him into the passenger door of the car, "I really wanted that ice cream, you bitch."
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Breathe
Romansa*basic blurb for a basic bitch cause its still being developed* Trapped in a house fire at a young age, Lily Brown did not escape unscathed. Not only is she dealing with anxiety and a challenging new chapter of her life, Lily is desperately trying t...
