Today I am helping Marcus. He needed a female help to buy a gift for his friend Marcela, who is celebrating her birthday tomorrow.
Each woman has very unique tastes, bodies and hair. So there is no universal gift for them. You need to notice her and know what she likes. Men don't notice these things. Lucky for Marcus, we women notice each other. So I chose an eyeshadow palette that I think she will like. She had a colorful eyeshadow the night I met her, and from the photos on Instagram I can tell she likes smokey and colorful eyes.It is not as expensive as jewelry and she will like it for sure.
"Thank you so much for your help. I would never be able to buy such a thing alone."
We are walking in the square, and many people are passing by.
"I'm glad I helped."
"As a way of thanking, I will prepare you dinner today; shall we go to my dorm?" Marcus smiles and winks his black eyes at me, waiting for an answer.
I immediately remember that Peter is going to be there and it is better to stay away from him.
"It's okay, you really don't have to, I already have dinner for today in my fridge." I look down at my feet.
"Come on Kelly! Becky is not here and Peter is going to stay at library tonight. I don't want to eat alone, it's sad!" He grabs my arm and pulls me enthusiastically.
Well, if Peter won't be there, I can go.
"Okay, you convinced me. Let's go then."
As soon as I enter Marcus's room, I look around and see some folded sweaters on Peter's nightstand, does that boy only use sweaters?
"If you don't mind, sit down a bit. I have to quickly turn on the laptop to send an email before dinner."
"Sure." I sit on Peter's bed and rub my hands on it.
I need to be close to him.
Once Marcus is entertained on his laptop and I lie down on Peter's bed and lay my head on his pillow. I put my nose closer to the pillow and take a deep breath of his scent.
My God, I am becoming a stalker. What the hell am I doing? I lie on my back looking up at the ceiling. I need to focus on something else quickly.
"What we are going to eat for dinner?" I ask.
"I was thinking of something simple, meat with rice or something, could it be?"
"Yes, sounds good."
After Marcus is ready, we go to the kitchen. I'm putting the rice on the stove when I receive a text.
Peter: Are you at my dorm?
What? How does he know? I look around. In the kitchen it is just me, Marcus and another girl who doesn't know me for sure. Marcus is taking the steaks out of the fridge.
"Marcus, did you tell someone that I am here?"
"Um, no, why do you ask? " He stares at me.
"Nothing..." Does he seem to be suspicious or am I being paranoid? I better say something: "Well, because I thought it is strange that Hardin didn't ask me out to dinner today. I thought you might have told him that I am here. " I'm a big liar.
"Ah, okay. Don't worry, he must be just studying."
"Yes, that must be it." I'm not going to answer Peter's text. I don't want to talk to him.
I sit down at the table and Marcus joins me.
"Hey." I hear Peter's voice and it scares me. He is standing at the kitchen door.
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Good at Games, Bad at Love (18+)
Romance"Can I give you a hug?" Is it possible to want and not want something at the same time? "Please?" he insists and I nod. He approaches me and my breathing becomes irregular, our bodies are too close. He doesn't hug me. Instead, his hands touch mine...
