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"I don't think we were everjustfriends. Yes, we might have been entirely platonic at that point, but that type of connection… What we had—what wehave—is rare. It's so much more than I can put into words…"
Closing the book, I place it carefully on the ground before I take his hands in mine.
"You're more than I deserve, Raf," I confess, the only thing I'm able to say without giving everything away.
It was neverentirely platonicfor me. He has no idea how many times I fantasized about him, how his elusive persona or his digitized voice were forever at the center of my teenage dreams. I clung to his words back then, just like now. The only difference is that now I can touch him, feel him…rejoice in him.
"No, no, don't say that," he gathers my face in his big hands, bringing me closer to him as he inhales my scent, his mouth hovering over mine. "Not when I've been the one to mess up time and time again. Not when…" he trails off as he brushes his lips against mine.
But just as release a content sigh, giving myself into him, he's off me, already studying the next box.
"And to apologize for yet another failed date last night, I have a surprise for you," he suddenly declares, taking out a couple hoodies with a university emblem on them.
I raise a brow in question.
"The best date idea," he continues, clearly quite pleased with himself, while I'm still dying to hear what's so great about it.
"I'm taking you to a frat party," he states resolutely before his mouth stretches into a big grin. "I'll give you the American Pie experience, pretty girl, this time no blood and no murder, I promise," he gives me a dazzling smile.
I blink twice before I burst out into laughter.
"You remember," I whizz out. "You really remember all that?" I ask, happiness suffusing my entire being.
"Of course I do," he nods emphatically. "I remembereverything."
My cheeks redden.
"And that means I have even more data to make you happy," he suddenly winks, this new levity transforming his face and making my heart beat faster in my chest.
"Then I'd love that. But how are we going to go to a frat party when…"
"Let me worry about that," he cuts me off, giving me a loud smooch on my cheek.
We end up taking some of the boxes with us to the apartment and we spend the rest of the day lazily lounging in the living room binge watching the first season of Buffy. We fall into an easy camaraderie punctuated by diverting banter and it's like we haven't been apart at all—like we've been together all along.
Though I'm a little curious how he plans on getting us into a frat party since we're not students, I keep my mouth shut as he instructs me to put on a pair of jeans and one of his old university shirts that incidentally comes to my knees.
He's amused as he watches me try to arrange it, giving it some shape by tucking the front of it in my jeans.
"You have no idea what seeing you in my shirt does to me," he drawls, looking me up and down with satisfaction evident in his eyes. "And even better," his mouth tips up in a mischievous smile as he takes his cologne and sprays it all over me.
I chuckle, not minding his idea at all as I twirl around so he can douse me in his scent.
He dresses similarly, donning a pair of jeans and one of his university hoodies. Yet no matter how relaxed his outfit looks, there's still a preppy air about him.
At this point, I'm convinced that he can make anything look good.
And to show him he's not the only one who want the world to know he's staked his claim, I put on a bright red lipstick before I wrap my fingers in his shirt, pulling him towards me so I can kiss his neck, leaving my mark behind.
"All done," I quip, satisfied with the way my lips are now visible on his skin.
With that we can finally leave. Taking a cab, we head uptown to where his university is.
I still have no idea how he plans on getting us into a frat party since I know how the last one went for him—absolutely abysmal. On top of that, there's also the issue that neither of us are students.
The cab drops us right in front of the main gate of the university, and grabbing my hand, Raf takes me to the liquor store.
"The first step is to come bearing gifts," he winks as he picks a couple of bottles of more expensive liquor.
