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Alexis
I didn’t wanthim to leave, but I knew if I was honest with him I would ask him to stay. We’d end up rolling around in my bed for hours, and I’d never get any studying done. I was already more honest with him than I planned to be.
Heisa distraction.
Wearetoo different.
I failed to mention how I felt inferior to him in more ways than one. That his money made me uncomfortable. Or rather, my lack of money. That even if we did give this a shot, he would have to come pick me up every time we hung out because I didn’t own a car. Or that the clothes I was wearing I’d worn the night before to bed because I needed to do laundry and was still out of quarters.
My plan was to do laundry at Lo and Kendall’s place this week, but they canceled movie night last night and taco’s tonight. I didn’t ask why, just accepted it the way I always did. But that leaves me here. Alone. Attempting to study for an exam when all I can think about is the expression on Micah’s face when he was charging toward me in the parking lot.
Lust in his eyes.
Determination in his stride.
A shiver runs up my spine at the memory.
I thought he was going to take me to bed and have his way with me. To work out the sexual frustration radiating off his body.
It’s both what I wanted and what I feared.
He wanted to talk.
And that’s fine.
Now it’s all out in the open.
And I can move on.
My stomach growls, reminding me I haven’t eaten. I was planning on having dinner with the girls, so I didn’t stop at the dining hall on my way home from class. I really should clean myself up and head over before it gets too late, and all the good choices are gone. It’s bad enough I’m stuck eating cafeteria food most days. It’s even worse when the only things left are pizza that tastes like cardboard or cold sandwiches on stale bread.
After slipping into a clean tee and yoga pants, I fix my hair and grab my bag, shoving my laptop in it so I can study while I eat. I’m halfway to my door when there’s a knock.
No one ever knocks on our door. Mainly because it’s barely ever shut. Not to mention, no one comes over. After this afternoon, though, I closed it hoping for a little privacy. I heard the whispers. I didn’t need people walking by, looking in. We’re not friends with the other girls in the dorm. We have a private suite thanks to Piper being randomly selected at the end of last year.
Another knock has me slinging my messenger bag over my head as I slip into the flip flops I kicked off when Micah left.
The smell of rich tomato sauce assaults me first. Followed closely by the hazel eyes that are taking in my new outfit in appreciation. My shirt is form fitting, as are the black, spandex yoga pants.
Ireallyneed to do laundry.
“You look delicious,” he groans, stepping past me, moving farther inside without waiting to be invited.
“That smells delicious,” I counter, turning to face him but not shutting the door.
“Yeah. I got hungry and this place is my favorite. Their sauce is okay, pasta’s always a little overcooked, but the bread is to die for. It’s why I keep going back.”
After taking a seat on the floor and resting his back against the couch, Micah begins to unpack carton after carton from the large bag he carried in with him. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when he pops open a Styrofoam container overflowing with lightly toasted pieces of bread, shoving an entire piece in his mouth.
His eyes fall closed as he slowly chews, savoring the moment like it’s his last meal on Earth.
“I was just on my way out,” I state, resisting the urge to move closer as he starts opening more containers. Everything smells amazing.
“Where to?”
“I was headed to get dinner.”
“I thought Lo and Kendall canceled taco night?” he asks, unwrapping his silverware and stabbing his fork into a bowl of pasta.
