good, tho useless writing :(

11

"my feet hurt real bad." i laugh. Houston and i made it back from a long night of dancing non stop. the drinks passed through our systems quite quickly, for i am able to see straight. we decided to kick back at my room only because Carter warned Houston a girl was coming over. he thought it would be best to stay clear of their room for the night. Julianna went to their room as well but only to pick up Sunshine. poor kitty didn't need to see any nasty. i set my wallet down on the table when we walk through the door. my shoes are immediately thrown off and tossed into my closet. i sit down at my vanity and remove a cotton ball from the ceramic jar that's sits on top of the surface area. i pour a little witch hazel onto the cotton and pat it across of face gently. i release my hair from the ponytail. my head hurts, but it's a relieving hurt if that makes any sense at all. i pick up the wooden brush in one of the drawers in the desk and glide it through my hair. Houston catches my attention, for i glance at the mirror in front of me and see him sitting on the bed behind me. he watched me carefully as i carried out my routine for bed. every now and then i'd catch a small stare. i longed for his eyes. they were so enjoyable to take in. you could spot a new color every time you looked into them.
then i am pulled out of my daze by words from the boy, "do you do this every night?" he asks. i nod my head and turn so i face him completely.

"sometimes i perform it if there's music, but my feet are in too much pain tonight." i answer Houston and i also noticed he looks quite hot in the suit he wears. hot in both definitions.
"do you wanna take a shower? you can borrow some clothes, im sure i can find something that will fit." i tell him.

"damn i thought you'd never ask." Houston stands up from the bed and holds out his hand for me to take.

"by yourself Houston." i laugh but back away from him, holding my hands up in defense. "i'll find some clothes." i tell him and walk into my closet. there's a black long sleeve that i stole from my older brother. i take that, then i grabbed a large pair of grey sweats from a shelf. i return to Houston and grant him the clothes and guide him to the bathroom.

after my skin and hair care is completed i redressed myself in black leggings and a loose grey tank top.

my bed. the most safe place in the world. i jump into it and immediately sink into the wonders of cotton and silk and velvet. oh how marvelous. i am once again snatched out of a daze by Houston. this time he stands at the end of my bed, a towel hanging severely low at his hips exposing his defined v-line. water droplets placed all across his very tanned skin. god. he's literally god like.

"i need a brush. a hair brush or comb would work." his voice comes out raspy. nice though, not close to irritating. how is he so alluring yet adorable at the same fucking time. "Caroline?"

"oh! ahh yes right here." i stand up from the bed and open a drawer from the vanity and pull out a comb.
"thanks." he takes the comb and turns around, entering the bathroom. this man has an ass too.

Sunshine sat at the corner of my bed. i picked her up and pulled her close to my chest. she purred as i stroked her fur. Houston walks out of the bathroom for the final time. he wears the shirt i gave him, for it hugs his body so well. i don't know how i'm gonna keep my hands off of this boy. the grey sweats fit just fine like any other. his eyes light up when he sees i'm holding his kitten. i hand him Sunshine and he placed so many kisses on the little kitten.

"i forgot she was here!" he says smiling brightly. he sits down at the edge of my bed. i sit up and fold my legs criss cross apple sauce.

"my siblings are on their way here right now. not to my dorm, but Paris in general. they're meeting my parents at their house." i tell him. he nods his head.

"how old are they?" he asks.

"my brother is twenty-four, my sister is six, and my other sister is eleven months old."

"i have a little sister. she's 15. her name is Evelyn. my little brothers are twins, they're eight and their names are Caspian and Theo. i suppose they're coming to since the family dinner is Monday night." he tells me.

"my brother is Reeve and my sisters are Charlotte and Marla." Houston nods his head. he walks to the other side of the bed and lies down beside me. i scoot down the bed so i'm laying down as well. Sunshine curls up on Houston's chest and closes her little eyes.

"are you looking forward to the wedding?" Houston asks. he stares at the ceiling and his head seems so full of stress and thoughts and what not.

"i don't know. it just seems odd to me." Houston nods his head.

"Quinn mentioned that you cried over me." weight fills up in my chest and my throat begins to ache. i shake my head right and left.
"i didn't." only two words make it out of my mouth, although there are so many waiting to fall out.

"i like you Caroline."

"no you don't." i am in full denial that a boy as perfect as him could ever like me. no matter how many times our lips have touched or songs we've danced to, he can't like me. i watched his eyes as they drifted south on my face again. before i could think anymore, our faces connected. he kissed me so gentle and so slow. the pace picked up each kiss. my arm snaked around to the back of his head and i combed my hand through his hair. one of his hands was placed on my back, below my shoulder. the other was on the small of my back. he placed small kisses across my face and then my neck. he wrapped his arms around me and pulled away from the heat.

"believe me yet?"

shit man, ya got me.