Falling for my roommate

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"You're being unusually quiet," Thomas commented, looking Charlotte up and down with a frown.

"I'm just thinking," She mumbled, an air of awkwardness around her.

"You always are," He resounded, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

She stared at him curiously, was he texting a girl? Perhaps making plans with her?

He raised his eyebrows, still looking at his phone, "I know I'm good looking but this staring thing is starting to get creepy."

She looked away awkwardly and he sighed, "Just say it."

"Say what?" She asked, staring at him in surprise.

"What you've wanted to say to me since we got back from the wedding," He stared at her expectantly.

She rubbed at the back of her neck, "I... don't know what to say."

He looked at the table ahead of him in defeat. As much as he hated to admit it, he cared about her. He cared a lot. And he wasn't going to stop anytime soon, if ever.

"Im just confused," She admitted.

He cocked an eyebrow, a smirk now finding its way to his lips, "I can probably clear a few things up for you."

She rolled her eyes, "Can you keep your mind out of the gutter for five minutes?"

He shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her up so that she was now forced to looked into his eyes.

"Charlie, Don't overthink this," He mumbled quietly.

His eyes, which were filled with lust as he stared down at her, closed, as he leaned his head closer to hers, preparing to catch his lips with hers.

Her eyes closed momentarily, readying herself for the soft caress of his lips, until she realized just what she was about to let happen.

"No Thomas," She mumbled, pushing against his chest gently.

"Why not?" He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and taking a step back.

"I can't do this. This isn't me," She said in frustration.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What exactly is this?"

She shrugged, "I'm not that kind of girl. I don't do the casual secret make outs every now and then."

He stared at her, his bottom lip captured between his teeth.

The feeling or annoyance was brewing in his stomach as he watched her movements.

He didn't know what it was that was bothering him, he assumed it was because he had just essentially been rejected by someone whom he cared about a great amount.

He didn't know what it was about her but whenever he looked at her there was a burning desire to shove her against the wall and kiss her until they were both out of breath.

He wanted to pin her against his bed and fuck her until she had no energy to scream his name any longer.

He wanted to hear the sound of her laughter ringing in his ear.

He wanted her to smile at him they way she smiled at the people who she cared about.

He wanted her to look at him like he looked at her, like there was no one else in the room.

He wanted to have his arms wrapped around her waist and her head buried in his chest every night as they lay together in bed.

He wanted to be the person who she would go to if she needed help or someone to talk to.