Falling for my roommate

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Dylan placed his hand on the small of her back and led her out of McDonald's, the faster they got to her apartment the better.

Her legs felt weak and she felt nervous at his touch, but she made no comment and let him lead her to his black shiny car.

She sat in and he started the engine, placing one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the gear stick, although his fingers brushed off her thigh every now and then, making her heart race even faster if possible.

"Can I turn on some music?" She asked, already reaching over to turn on the radio.

He shrugged and watched her, he couldn't get over how perfect her body was. In his opinion, that girl physically did not have one flaw.

He wanted her, and he was going to get her.

Charlotte stared at the look of concentration on his face whilst driving and tried to ignore his hand that kept touching her thigh, but she couldn't.

So instead she decided to just listen to the music that was playing. She didn't know the song but she moved her head to it anyway and started humming the tune.

They pulled up outside her new apartment and he placed his hand on the small of her back once again, leading her up the stairs.

She placed her key in the lock and turned it, opening the door and sitting on the couch, feeling rather exasperated. It had been a long day for her.

Dylan disappeared to find his wallet and moments later he sat down beside her on the couch, their knees touching.

"You've got a gorgeous laugh," he told her after making a joke and making her laugh. She immediately blushed, not used to compliments. "And that blush of yours is adorable."

She picked up the cushion and hit him in the face with it, "Shut up."

He laughed and took cushion out of her hand, placing it behind his head. "Thanks for the cushion."

She rolled her eyes at him and picked up the remote to turn on the tv, however he grabbed her wrist as she was about to switch the channel, "I like this show, leave it on."

She frowned at him, personally she didn't like the show, considering it was sponge bob. She had better things to be doing than watching a cartoon about a yellow sponge who walked under the water and could talk. She didn't understand the concept of him being able to light fires under the water either, but that was something that she kept to herself as it tended to anger people whenever she mentioned it.

"I don't like spongebob," she whined like an annoyed three year old. He shrughed and took the remote from her grasp, leaving it on the other side of him.

She gasped, how dare he take her remote?

"Is there a problem?" He asked, turning to face her. He moved his head close to hers, hoping that it would have some kind of effect on her. It did.

She watched as he glanced down at her lips, a blush covering her face. She couldn't help but blush a bit as he got closer to her. "Well? Is there?" He asked again, this time his voice much quieter.

"I don't know," She stuttered. She internally face palmed. Really? 'I don't know' That was the best she could come up with? He looked down at her lips one more time and she could feel her heart racing.

He smirked gently at her, "How would you like to come on a da-"

"Hey, so I don't know if you like Chinese food but- The fuck?" A voice interrupted. Charlotte jumped away from Dylan as he hung his head in defeat. He had gotten so close to getting what he wanted.