Tiffany woke up to an aching body, she tried moving but found out her waist was tucked and held by firm arms.
She had her back facing him, while he held her close to chest, his fingers tangling with hers, as his slow and calculated breath fanned against her ears, heating her up.
She blushed, recalling the scenes that happened between them. Her dreams were gradually becoming reality.
They had sex, and that was all that mattered to her right then.
He was holding her strongly yet gentle as if scared that she’d run away once released. His hot breath that fanned against her ear, sent Sparks through her body.
She slowly turned, trying not to wake him, while she faced him. Staring at his face, she smiled.
His face was so flawless with no subtle lashes long and thick like that of a woman. How long hair fell across his face, covering a part of his eyes. Even when asleep Brent could pass as a model.
Tiffany fingers twitched badly to touch him, to graze on that smooth skin, to feel him. Just as she was about to brush away the strands of hair that fell across his face, his eyes fluttered open.
She quickly brought down her hands, closing her eyes as she tried to look away from him. Brent beat her to it, pulling her waist, so that she would face him.
Tiffany closed her face, using her palms. Brent smiled, but didn’t peel them off.
She felt Brent’s gaze, direct and intense, almost creating a hole through her. When she couldn’t take it anymore she yelled
“Stop looking Brent! You’re going to create a hole through me!”
“Exactly what you were trying to do, when I was still asleep. Now take those hands down.”
Tiffany pouted, slowly pulling her hands away from her face. Of course she was a blushing mess, her face was red.
“Come here, you’re cute” he mumbled, pressing her waist to him, while he claimed her lips.
Just as their kiss was getting more intense, Tiffany’s stomach grumbled.
Bad News..
She pulled Brent off her, quickly covering herself with the quilt, feeling embarrassed.
“Fuck!” Brent laughed, ruffling his hair.
He got up and left the room, heading to the kitchen.
When Tiffany was sure he had left, she slowly pulled down the quilt, her eyes darting around the room.
“You could have just waited, must you embarrass me at the moment? Tch” she whined, pinching her stomach.
She got up to go wash up, none of her clothes were in Brent’s room, and she couldn’t go to her room to take them.
Going to her room meant she was going to see Brent, the kitchen is adjacent to Brent’s room, she can’t go out without being seen by him.
Not wanting to risk being embarrassed, she picked a cloth from his wardrobe, and went into the washroom.
Brenda had to sleep over at Roman’s place. She was drunk and wasted, Roman couldn’t leave her on her own, so he brought to his apartment, where she spent the night.
The next day, after Brenda was sober, she decided to stay a little bit, hoping Brent would come around.
After waiting for so long, Brent didn’t show up, she sadly decided to go home. Roman offered her a ride and took her home.
Just when Roman thought Brenda was getting off his car, she halted and turned to look at him.
“Brent likes me right? That’s why he kissed me.” She said, more of a questioning Roman.
Roman shook his head, slightly pinching his brows, “Can you quit being childish, we both know that was all for show. Brent doesn’t see you in the same way you see him.”
“I know, but it doesn’t change the fact that he likes me, he feels something for me. Brent kissed me, he did it like his life depended on it. That isn’t a show atall.”
Roman sighed in frustration, anger building inside of him. Brenda was being too dumb and obvious, and it irked him. He wouldn’t sit there, and argue with her, over how wild her imagination was running.
“Do what you want, whatever you like, not my business. Just don’t get your hopes too high, it will crash into pieces. Take this as friendly advice.” He said, patting her shoulder.
“Fuck friendly advice!” She cursed, pushing away his hand, in a joking manner.
“Oops, sorry” Roman smiled, taking back his hands.
“Anyways, thank you.” She said, getting his car.
“Sure. I’m a good person, you know.” He nodded his head, grinning.
“You wish!” Brenda sneered, jamming the door.
Roman ignited his car, and drove off.
Brenda frowned at his retreating car, staring at its back, till he was out of sight.
Deep down, she knew Roman was right, but accepting the fact was something she wouldn’t dare to do.
Brent kissed her passionately, last night. She still had hope, though it might be small she’ll hold onto it. So she thought.