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"Sure," I reply. I look over at him. He's dressed as he usually is in jeans and a fitted T-shirt, but his backpack is nowhere to be found. "No class today?"
"Only a morning class. The other class is online." His arm rests on the center console as he drives. I observe the visible veins in his forearm and how they snake up to his bicep before disappearing under his shirtsleeve. Before I can stop myself, my fingers trace along them and he chuckles. "You know, I didn't think it was true that women actually have a thing for veins."
I giggle and pull my hand away. "Anyway." I clear my throat. "You seem to have a thing for having 'dinner' in the middle of the day. What's up with that?"
He shrugs. "In this situation, we have to start early because I have to cook. Plus, it'll give us more time to hang out and all that."
"Hang out, huh?" I ask with a smirk. He grins at me.
"Yeah. That's what friends do, right?"
Though his words are innocent enough, the lust in his eyes says something different. I drop my gaze from his as heat pools into my belly. "Right." I shift in my seat. "I'm surprised you're cooking. I don't think I've ever had a guy cook for me ever." I narrow my gaze at him. "You can cook, right? I don't have to worry about getting food poisoning if I eat it?"
His hearty laugh fills the car. "Three days in a row, you wound me yet again!" he states. "I'm convinced you're trying to kill me."
The rest of the ride is filled with jokes and a little small talk, and I can't help how good it feels to be around him. It's nice to hang out with someone who doesn't talk about my Instagram account, Father's connections, or my money. It feels good to talk and know that someone's genuinely listening to me and not only pretending to be interested so that they can ask me for favors later. Trent is the breath of fresh air I've always needed, and each day we spend together seems to bring us closer together.
My mouth nearly drops when he pulls into his driveway. I'm not sure what I expected his home to look like, but it definitely isn't the beautiful, modern townhome in front of me. None of this makes sense, at least if I'm basing it on the things he's told me. For someone who claimed to be a struggling college student, his car and home seem to make him look as if he’s lying or has severely downplayed his wealth. I don't know many college students who can afford to live in this area, which isn't even far from where I live.
"Wow," I say as I get out of the car. "Nice place."
"Thanks." He unlocks his front door and steps aside to let me pass. The interior is just as pretty, but the decor seems more mature than I would've expected Trent to like. Everything is a mix of black and white—from the furniture and artworkdown to the stainless steel appliances in his kitchen. It doesn't necessarily feel cold, but the vibe isn't warm either. It's so different from the guy I'm getting to know, but then again, maybe I just don't know him well enough.
I walk around, taking everything in as Trent disappears down the hall. Even as I look at photos and decorations he has on his walls, I realize he doesn't have a single photo of either himself or family.At least the orphan part remained consistent, I think, just as he reappears.
"Make yourself at home," he says with a smile. "I'm going to get started on dinner."
The evening passesby in a blur as we bond over delicious chicken alfredo and conversation, sharing stories back and forth from things we remembered from our childhoods. It's so strange how we're both so different yet so alike, which is probably why I like him as much as I do. He's too good to be true, almost too perfect to be real. My gut tells me he's keeping something from me, but I'm too happy in his presence to care. After stuffing ourselves with food, he invites me over to the couch to watch a movie. I know I should probably have him take me home since it's getting late, but I can't bring myself to voice it. Instead, I sit next to him while he turns on the television and opens Netflix.
I study his profile as he flips through different movies. He throws out suggestions as he scrolls, but a movie is the last thing on my mind. He glances over at me, and our gazes lock. It almost feels a bit too intimate to be this close to him, just inches away from his lips if I decide to be brave enough to go for a kiss.
"Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of yours," he murmurs, his heated gaze warming my skin.
"You can just ask," I reply. "I've always been an open book."
He shifts a little to turn toward me, a small grin forming on his lips. "Okay. Tell me what you're thinking right now."
I hesitate, only because I'm not sure if my words will kill the mood and ruin the evening. But I can see the lust in his gaze that probably mirrors mine. I notice how his eyes slid down to the tops of my breast visible in my low-cut tank top. Ever since I stepped foot into his home, we've tiptoed around this unspoken sexual tension to not make the other person uncomfortable. But I know I want him, and I don't doubt that he feels the same.
"I'm thinking explicit things that I probably shouldn't be thinking about a friend," I whisper. I watch his reaction closely. His brown eyes darken just a bit as he inhales deeply. "And I wonder if said friend wants me just as much as I want him right now."
"I'd say that the friend does," he replies. I don't even give myself time to second-guess myself. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, kissing him deeply. A soft moan leaves my throat as his tongue finds its way into my mouth to claim ownership of it. His arm snakes around my waist, and he pulls me onto his lap to straddle him without breaking the kiss. His touch leaves a fiery trail of lust and passion that sets my nerve endings on fire. He's the only thing my brain can process right now. Everything else fades in the distance as he consumes me.
I pull back long enough to pull off my tank top, my head falling back as my moan fills the room the moment his mouth latches onto my pink nipple. Streaks of pleasure race up and down my spine, desire pooling between my thighs in anticipation of what's to come. My hips move on their ownvolition until his erection is prominent in his jeans and ready to break free.
"We should probably take this to your bedroom," I whisper. He tightens his arms around me and stands to his feet, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist. His lips find mine once again as he blindly carries me to his bedroom, dropping me onto his plush bed. We waste no time ditching the rest of our clothes, and it's not long before his naked body settles between my thighs.
"Are you still sure about this?" he murmurs against my skin as he places feather-like kisses along my jawline. Never in a million years did I think I'd lose my virginity to a guy I haven't known for very long, but everything about him puts me at ease. In the short time I've known him, he's made me happy. He treats me like a normal person and actually sees me for who I really am. I can't remember the last time I've had a connection like this with any guy I've ever known, but it was almost immediate with Trent.
"I'm sure," I say with a nod.
He kisses down my body before settling between my legs, his tongue flicking against my clit. Pleasure courses through my body with each delicious swipe of his tongue as my back bowed off the bed. My hands find their way back into his hair as his mouth skillfully leads me closer to my first orgasm. I've always had ideas of what I think sex will be like, what it'll feel like, but it's nothing compared to the euphoric sensation that rolls through my muscles. He slips a finger inside me, his heated gaze looking up at me.
"You're so tight, princess," he growls before sucking my clit into his mouth. I've touched myself in the past, but the waves of pleasure washing over me are nothing like I've experienced on my own. He's so gentle, so attentive, and it doesn't take long for my orgasm to hit me hard and fast.
"Oh my god," I moan as my thighs tighten around his head. My hips jerked with each swipe of his tongue as pleasurable aftershocks skate up and down my spine. My mind is in a daze by the time Trent kisses back up my body and reclaims my mouth. A soft moan disappears into his mouth as he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slick core a few times before he positions himself at my entrance. I'm nowhere near prepared for the sharp sting of pain when he enters me, the overwhelming sensation causing me to cry out. Trent freezes and looks down at me with wide eyes before dropping his gaze to where we're connected. He slowly pulls out, and his jaw tightens before he levels his gaze back on me.
"You were a virgin?" he asks.
