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“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it.” I bring her over to my bed and sit her on my lap, wrapping my arms around her petite frame to try warming her up. “So, you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
The troubled look on her face tells me it’s serious. “My mom showed up at my dorm tonight.”
Dread washes over me. I know from getting to know her recently that the main cause of her eating disorder is her mother. I’ve gotten her decently far into recovery and I would hate to see that ruined.
“Did you do anything?” I ask carefully.
As she shakes her head no, I instantly feel relieved. “No. I wanted to though. It took her all but two minutes to comment on me eating popcorn and what it would do to my figure.”
“Bitch.” I murmur, causing Kayleigh to giggle quietly.
“I wanted to purge.” She admits. “I almost did.”
I slide her off my lap and turn so I’m kneeling in front of her. I take her hands into mine and stare deep into her eyes. “But you didn’t. You came her instead. Do you know how huge that is?” Her eye-roll tells me she doesn’t. “No. Don’t downplay this. A month ago, you never would have been eating the popcorn in the first place, let alone keeping it down through something like that. I am so proud of you.”
Her eyes start to water as she pulls me closer. I lie down on the bed and her head rests on my chest. All I know is she needs the comfort right now, so I run my fingers through her hair – just enjoying the closeness.
“You didn’t lock the door?” She questions.
“No reason to.” I answer simply. “I didn’t bring you up here so we could hook up.”
“You didn’t?”
I kiss her head. “Kayleigh, just because you’re not my girlfriend, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”
She hums and moves her face into my neck. “Yeah, but I ruined you hooking up with that bimbo?”
A laugh bubbles out of my mouth. “Bimbo?” She nods. “I can’t remember the last time I heard someone use that word.”
“Still fitting.”
To be honest, I didn’t intend on hooking up with anyone. We ended up partners together because Jason was hitting on her friend. However, Kayleigh is adorable when she’s jealous, so I choose not to correct her. Instead, I turn us and kiss her tenderly – hoping it tells her how I feel without words.
BY THE TIME SHE tells me she has to leave, I can’t help but pout. The last time she stayed over was the first night we had sex, and I’ve never slept so well in my life. The feeling of her body against mine the entire night was blissful.
“Don’t go.” I plead. “Sleep here.”
She seems like she wants to, but takes out her phone to text Bree. The exchange is quick, and I notice Kayleigh’s last message is that she’s going to head to her mom’s hotel. I feel a little let down but I understand she has things to do.
To my surprise, she clicks off her phone and puts it on the nightstand – cuddling into my side afterwards. I watch her intently, but don’t let her go.
“I thought you were going to see your mom.”
She chuckles. “No, just used the opportunity to spend the night here. Do you still want me to?”
A wide grin spreads across my face. “Do I still want you to?” I mock. I start tickling her for asking such a dumb question. She thrashes around on the bed and somehow manages to get on top of me. She lightly places her lips on mine but pulls away every time I go to kiss her. I arch my hips up to grind against her, using the distraction to get my hands out of her grip and place them on her face.
“What are you doing to me?” I breathe, pulling her down to finally get that kiss.
WE WAKE UP EARLY the next morning and I drive her back to the dorms. She kisses me goodbye and promises to text me later. After watching her walk away, I back out of the spot and drive to my place. By the time I get there, everyone is just waking up. I gather the new guys together and instruct them to clean. One of the benefits of being an upperclassman is not needing to do grunt work.
An alert from my phone pulls my attention elsewhere. I smile as I see a text from Kayleigh.
Kayleigh: Is it okay if I come back over?
The idea of spending the whole day with her makes me happy, and I quickly type a response.
