Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

10. Breaking Personal Bubble

CHAPTER 10: Breaking Personal Bubble

THUMP!

I shove another pillow into his face, "You broke into my ROOM?" Hell, I'm mad and he can tell as he grunts in annoyance, catching another one of my pillows I'd thrown at him.

Oh, wait...another one of his pillows because the imbecile broke into my room and moved all of his cootie-infested belongings in here without my permission and I don't give a damn if I'm still injured, the only thing I can throw right now is a pillow and it's feels really degrading.

I'm so much better than this.

"Stop throwing them at me, it took me ages to make that bed perfect!" He whines, picking up all the pillows once I've ran out.

"Why because you think we're both sleeping on it together? Fuck you and your thoughts, you're sleeping on the floor until I can get all of your stuff out of here!" I growl out again, reaching for another pillow but he sits in my way, stern eyes with twitching lips don't match so, I know the bastard is playing me.

I just wish he was joking about moving in together.

"We are both sleeping on the bed and I'm on the left, closest to the door. Now stop reaching for the pillows, you're over-exerting yourself. Don't think I didn't see you fast walking to your building, pipsqueak. I was watching out for that!" He says, folding his arms and I glare down at him.

"Stalker!" I grumble, turning away from him as a thump in the mattress tells me he's lying himself down.

"This is actually a really nice room, not like the dumpster I had to share with Branson." I roll my eyes, before muttering as I walk towards my mirror close to the door.

"Don't get use to it. You're moving back tomorrow."

He's looking at me, I just know it as he slips one of my romance books out of the bedside table, "If you knew me at all, you know that I definitely won't be doing that. This is the best way I can keep an eye on you and keep the weasel away." He grumbles the last part and I shake my head, putting on one of my silver rings on my right hand, fourth finger.

"You'll find out sooner or later and I really wish I didn't have to tell you, but his faculty are travelling for the rest of the year, but he left me his contact details if I'm still free next year." I murmur, glancing back through my jewellery before the same book is placed on the table I'm leaning on and he traps either hands on both ends.

"Where's your phone?" He asks as I smile, shaking my head.

"It's not in my phone yet." He narrows his eyes at me, scrutinising me. Before he shocks me when he slips his hand into my back pocket and retrieves the small piece of paper. He taps my butt afterwards and I gasp, stepping closer to the drawers as he does the same, though he's so much taller than I am.

He coos, "Look what I find. Gosh, a whole year, do you know how easy it is to lose a flimsy piece of paper in that timespan?" He opens it up, reading it and ripping the contents into the bin beside my desk, all in a small span of three seconds.

I merely raise an eyebrow, "That's a little overboard, don't you think?"

He walks back over to me, leaning both hands on the desk again, my eyes travel up his broad shoulders, touching at his neck, his short brown hair, past his ear and back towards his light brown eyes.

Once they're connected, they soften more, "Nah, 'overboard' was him insisting you have those hot chocolates every morning." He murmurs, grabbing the book and turning away as he opens it back up again.

"For the record, he did make the best hot chocolate I've ever tasted." I mutter, turning back to close my jewellery box as he scoffs, falling back on the bed.