“Wait, I have one more question.” I interpreted suddenly getting an idea, my gaze drifting to meet River’s. “For you.”
“Oh?” Gene puzzled quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Suddenly I’m no longer sleepy,” Merilla added.
“Me too, go ahead Armani we can wait!” Keomi told me.
“How many people have you kissed?” I asked him, since he was adamant on being too cocky, I wanted to see if he’d have the courage to tell his truth.
“Kissed?” He repeated almost as if it were a ridiculous question. “That’s cute.”
“Cute?” I wondered furrowing my eyebrows.
“It is cute actually.” Gene chuckled, “Very middle school, what’s next, how many people have you held hands with?”
“If it’s so easy then why don’t you just tell me…” I teased and I could tell he was apprehensive by the way he was mimicking my body language. “Hm?”
“I will never and I mean, never give up parts of myself that easily.” He promised me.
I knew it. I knew he’d never confess.
“Even to me?” I mocked.
“Especially to tiny pretty things like you.” He mused.
“Okay, now I’m sleepy again.” Keomi yawned. “I’ll sort rooms.”
"Isn't this my uncle’s cabin?" Geneviève asked but keomi interrupted her,
"Doesn't matter, okay so the cabin has three rooms so we'll be in two's. So Mer will be with me, Fabian and River obviously and Geneviève and Armani." Keomi sorted just as everyone began to disperse.
To my surprise, Geneviève didn’t seem to protest the idea of sharing a room with me and I was flattered by her maturity. Even though I knew better than anyone that she couldn’t stand me for whatever reason, It was nice to know that she was willing to try for at least one weekend.
Or so I thought.
I managed to sneak away from my room for a while to finish some homework, I pulled a bar stool up to the kitchen island and spread out my work there. It was going quite well for the most part, having little to no distractions made everything easier. And yet just when I thought I was finally getting some peace and quiet I saw Fabian carrying a blanket and pillow and Geneviève chasing after him.
"What the hell is going on Fabes?" Geneviève asked just as he threw the blanket onto the living room couch,
"Kennedy kicked me out." He told her and she choked back a laugh clearing her throat,
"Was this about Armani again, because we're all getting tired of your new hero complex-" Geneviève speculated and Fabian rushed to defend himself,
"Of course not I'm over that shit!" Fabian assured her but she obviously was not convinced because she raised a condescending eyebrow,
"Sure whatever." She teased, turning on her heel to make her way around the corner to the room he and River were supposed to share.
"Oh for Christ’s sake." I groaned closing my book and following her,
River opened the door and he was not wearing a shirt and I looked away before I even had the chance to begin to stare. His body was perfect in every sense of the word, it was as though his body had been carefully sculpted by the gods themselves, he was art and sometimes I wondered if he knew it. If he saw what I saw every time I looked at him, if he knew he could probably have any girl in all of Paris on their knees for him whenever he wanted. I also wondered why he ever lay his eyes on me.
"Three words; Fabian, couch, why?" Geneviève asked impatiently,
"He talks too much." River shrugged,
"Whatever, it's fine I guess Fabes can bunk with us," I suggested and there was a flicker of displeasure in River's eyes,
"I have no problem with that!" Fabian called from the living room,
