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It's not weird! He's passionate.
Micah:
That's not the word I'd use. But whatever. Your relationship.
Micah:
You can crash in my bed anytime. You know that.
(Winky face)
Me:
I said couch. But thanks.
I'll see you soon.
(Heart Emoji)
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I tucked my phone back in the side pocket of my weekend bag and gazed out the window.
Micah and I had been best friends since the first day of college eight years ago. I was sitting at a table in the dining hall reading a romance novel when a football player plopped down in the seat in front of me and said, "Babe, you don't need to read about sex in those books. I can give you the real thing. I won't even make you beg."
I slowly peered up from my book to look at the caveman and cocked my eyebrow. He took that as me being interested and said in a sleazy tone, "I'll fuck you so good, you won't be able to walk."
I tilted my head in question and said, "No, thank you." Before I went back to reading.
Apparently, jockstrap didn't like being told no. He slammed his hands on the table so loud it caught the attention of several people in the dining hall. "Pshh. Whatever. You're above the weight class of who I fuck anyways."
Yup. Jockstrap tried fat shaming me. Which was fucking stupid because I wasn't fat. I'm curvy, there's a difference. And even if I was overweight that still wasn't cool.
It was absolutely ridiculous society had deemed if your thighs touched and you didn't have a six-pack or a flat stomach you were fat. If women are anything over a hundred and ten pounds, then they were overweight…It's bullshit.
I was about to give the neanderthal a piece of my mind when a statuesque man sat in the vacant seat next to me and threw his broad arm around my shoulders. "I'm sorry, I must have something in my ears because I know you didn't just proposition my girlfriend for sex."
The football skidded back the chair and raised his hands defensively before saying, "My bad man. Didn't know she was your girl."
He turned his back to leave, but because I had a big mouth and couldn't stop myself, I yelled for the entire dining hall to hear, "And before you fat shame someone again maybe try to not throw stones. You know, glass houses and all."
The jock's face turned bright red as people giggled and snickered at his retreating form as he scurried out of the dining hall.
I turned to face my knight and shining armor head-on to thank him but the words dried up in my throat. The man sitting next to me was something straight out of a GQ Magazine. His thick wavy chestnut brown hair hung shoulder length and I'm pretty sure he was the only man on the face of the planet that could rock a half updo. His warm brown eyes gazed into mine and I swear he was saw into my soul. My eyes unashamedly traveled the length of his body. His tight black jeans clung to his muscular thighs and his crisp white t-shirt stretched across his torso which left nothing to the imagination. His arm moved from my shoulder to the back of my chair and his black and blue plaid button-down shirt was left open. This was probably because it wouldn't have fit if he buttoned it based on the way his arms were bulging in it.
He cleared his throat and my gaze immediately snapped back to his. My cheeks blushed because he totally caught me ogling him. Whatever, I could check out and appreciate a good-looking man. At least, that was what I told myself.
He gave me a warm smile and held out his hand, saying, "Since you're my girlfriend now, you should probably know my name. It's Micah Foster."
Apparently, I needed to make a bigger fool of myself because I snort-laughed at his joke. Yup. Sure did. And because I thought that was even funnier, I couldn’t stop.
Instead of being turned off, he laughed, not at me, but with me…well and maybe a little at me. When I finally got myself under control, I placed my hand in his and said, "Nice to meet you, Micah. I'm your girlfriend, Harper Woods."
After that interaction, we were inseparable. Sadly, we weren't really boyfriend and girlfriend. It was a running joke we used whenever we wanted to get out of a sticky situation with someone hitting on us though.
We ended up having a lot of the same classes since we were both business majors. We both wanted to get a business degrees to help turn our hobbies into actual businesses. I wanted to open a bakery and he wanted to open a photography studio.
Back in college, I would have totally dated Micah but he never asked me out. As time went on, I realized I would rather have had him as a friend than not in my life.
