Freak
When we arrive at Willow’s dorm, there’s about thirty girls sitting in the lounge area of her lobby having a meeting and she freezes in her tracks.
“Crap, I forgot about the dorm meeting. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to walk you through there.”
“I agree. We can go to my room if you want,” I offer, pretty much pushing my luck. “I can kick my roommate out if he’s even there. His girl has her own apartment, so he’s usually with her.”
“I thought you couldn’t really study at your dorm?”
Damn, I did say that.
“It’s not as bad during winter break. People come and go for the weekends and stuff.”
“Oh, okay. Well, sure, we can do that.”
Our hands dangle dangerously close to each other as we walk the panther bridge to my dorm. Luckily there aren’t that many people in the lobby so when we arrive, I say a quick what’s up to a few people, grab a visitor’s pass for Willow and we head up.
“Have you ever been here?” I ask, totally making random small talk because I feel something that I never usually feel… nervous.
“Nope.”
We spend a good thirty minutes actually getting some work done, but the tension between us is so thick that I don’t know what I’ve written in the last ten. I can smell Willow all around me. I want her so badly that I can taste it, but I don’t want to ruin the perfect evening.
“Okay, this is a good start, but why don’t we stop here? Your homework is to summarize the meaning of the last four passages of the chapter you read into two cohesive paragraphs. Just write what you feel at first and then we’ll clean it up later.”
“Cool, I can do that.”
She checks the time on her phone, but I want her to stay longer, so I try pushing my luck again.
“You want to watch a movie? There’s this cool new zombie thing on HBO.”
“Zombies?”
“Or we can watch a Christmas flick since it’s tis’ the season and all of that.”
“Honestly, Freak, I’m still freezing from the rink. I just want to get in bed and thaw off.”
I stand up directly in front of her, towering over her small frame.
“I like having you here,” I say, gently grabbing one of her hands.
At first her head is down, but then she raises it to meet my gaze.
“Is that so?”
Is she flirting back with me?
“If you stay, I’ll warm you up.”
She cocks her head to the side. “I thought this was pretend?”
I walk forward slowly until I’ve backed her into the wall and quickly lift her ass up in the air, plopping her gently down on my bed.
“This has never been fake for me.”
“Hasn’t it?”
“You think I wanted to leave you at that party?”
