always
Warm affection wraps around me like a blanket, and I can’t suppress the fond smile that spreads across my face. If Oliver is nothing more than another awful man, he definitely has me fooled.
Nikki
sooo is it okay if I show up around 11:45ish?
Shit. I can’t believe I forgot to answer my girlfriend. I reopen the conversation with Nikki and quickly type out my response.
Jude
absolutely! sorry I was in class. I also get out of my next class around then so we can meet at the west entrance
apologies in advance for the state of my bedroom though, this morning was rough haha
Nikki
no judgment at all - 3 day weekends are hard to come back from lol
I think as long as the bed is clear, we should be just fine xx
The mental image that her text conjures sends a fresh wave of arousal over me, but I do my best to distract myself. I have to get through this Art, Society, and Culture class before I can think about how Nikki and I will spend our afternoon.
Maybe I should keep texting Oliver to avoid daydreaming too hard.
Jude
so was Max still grumbling about Opus this morning, or is he over it?
Oliver
hahaha he’s still upset
he ranted to Theo about it the whole walk to class
Jude
lmaoooo
poor Theo
Oliver
I had to put my earbuds in to tune them out
and so I could listen to 35mm on repeat because it’s a fucking banger
Jude
lmao amazing
I find Nikki outside the west entrance of The Eidola Village—the striking contrast of her creamy white skin, jet-black hair, and tattoos makes her easy to spot from a distance—and call out to her. She turns and flashes me a gorgeous, toothy grin, and my stomach flips with excitement. After a brief exchange, we enter the building together, ride the elevator in relative silence, and practically sprint down the hall to room 714. I fumble for my keys, unlock the door, and within seconds, Nikki has me pinned against the wall before the door fully shuts.
“Finally,” Nikki exhales, pressing her lips into mine.
I gasp at the contact, my entire being engulfed with desire. We continue kissing against the wall—it’s frantic, messy, and even aggressive at times, butgod, I never want it to stop. “What do you want to do?” I manage once her mouth moves down to my neck.
She begins unbuttoning my shirt. “I have a few ideas,” she rasps into my chest as she continues moving down my torso.
