I’m dangerously close to committing a homicide.
I had studied for two weeks for the “Modern Literature History” exam and everything related to it. The day of the exam was today. And it ended over four hours ago.
Nick had used my phone until it died while I was asleep because his was charging. Therefore, my alarm didn’t go off. I should have assumed this would happen. When I sleep, he stays up late on his phone. I’m an idiot for not telling him I needed to get up for the exam. He would have called me. Still, I was mad; he shouldn’t use my phone until it’s dead and… He’s not even in bed with me!
Nick’s t-shirt was conveniently placed on top of his pillow. My face felt hot as I remembered last night. I swear I could still feel his caresses on my skin, from my bra, up to my breasts, and down to my butt. But even though that was incredibly beautiful, pleasurable, and exciting, I wanted or rather, needed more.
I often considered staying a virgin until marriage because I didn’t want to experience what my mother did with John and me. That was always the primary idea with Martin, and he knew it. But with Nick, it’s incredibly hard not to constantly think about something that would be only ours. Something that would bind us even more.
In a way, it’s strange. It’s weird to want to do something you’ve never experienced, something you’ve only heard about, something you have no idea what it entails and involves. But I want to do it. The human body reacts to stimulus, and he is my stimulus.
I put on his shirt and chuckled at how big it was on me. The scent I smelled when he was by my side, hugging me or kissing me, was there.
I walked to the kitchen and, like the first time I stayed overnight at this apartment-when I was drunk-he was shirtless and wearing jeans.
I loved the view of his defined back from here.
“Are you going to keep eating me with your eyes? Or are you going to come give me a good morning kiss?” He said as he rose from the chair and turned to devour me with his eyes.
“What I really should do is give you a good morning punch,” I took a step toward him, my hands on my hips, suddenly feeling heated.
“Did someone get up on the wrong side of the bed?” He asked, laughing.
“Actually, yes. I had an exam today, Nick. You didn’t have to use my phone until it was dead.”
“You should have told me. I wouldn’t have used it so much,” he said, reaching out to touch my cheek. “Are you going to give me my kiss?”
With the tip of his finger, he traced the contour of my lips. My mouth opened slightly involuntarily. I forgot what I was saying or thinking.
He took my hand and led me to the table. He sat down in the chair and positioned me on his lap. He placed his mouth on my neck, and I stopped breathing.
“But look at the bright side, now you’re with me,” he whispered against my neck. His warm breath collided with my skin.
“I love you,” I moaned.
“Tomorrow you need to ask about the exam. Tell them you were crazy about your boyfriend and couldn’t resist spending a beautiful morning with him,” he said, stopping his caresses. I stilled, and I felt him laugh. He lifted his head to look at me directly and stuck his tongue out at me.
I punched him in the arm, and he grimaced. “You’re so cruel! I don’t know what I’ll do about that exam…”
“You have a really strong right hook,” he said, rubbing the spot where I hit him.
I laughed. “You had it coming.”
“Why? I did my good deed for the day, made you laugh.”
“Stop being so full of yourself, Benson.”
“I’m not full of myself. I know it,” he winked at me. “Do you want to go out?”
His proposal surprised me.
“Really?” He nodded and leaned back in his chair. “Where do you want to go?”
There’s a place I’ve wanted to go to for a long time…
“Back to the museum,” I responded quickly.
“We’ve already been there.”
“It didn’t end very well if you remember. Maybe you could go and finish the outing, what do you say?”
I gave him puppy dog eyes, and he smiled. I could almost see a dimple there.
“Let’s go,” he concluded, and kissed my cheek.
The whole afternoon was really great. We spent it laughing and we literally always held hands. For him, it held a certain significance… MINE.
He refused to let go of me, threatened to carry me on his shoulder if I did, and since I was wearing a dress, I don’t think that was a good idea.
“Do you want to take it?” I almost dropped the book I was holding in my hand.
“No, it’s fine,” I returned it to the shelf.
I tightened my grip on his hand and led him to the exit.
“I’ll take this,” I heard him say as he let go of my hand. Conveniently, the cash register was a few steps away from the exit.
The book I had been looking at now appeared in Nick’s hands. The woman told him a price I couldn’t hear, and he pulled out his wallet.
“Hey, I told you not to buy it for me.”
“You want it, you’ll have it, Sam.”
“It makes me really uncomfortable when you want to pay for things like this.”
“Your birthday is coming up soon. Think of this as your early birthday present.”
Knowing he remembered my birthday after all this time left me speechless and on the verge of tears.
He paid the woman, and we were walking towards the car.
“You let go of my hand,” he said suddenly.
“Actually, you were the one who let go of me.”
“It doesn’t matter. I told you not to let go of me, and unfortunately for you, I make good on my threats.”
I ended up over his shoulder. I didn’t even bother hitting him because once I told him this, he’d surely put me down.
“You’re being compliant. I thought you hated being carried?”
“Yes, I do hate it. But aren’t you bothered by any man passing by here seeing almost all of my thigh and a bit of my butt? I don’t know, I’m just saying,” I tried to sound as casual as possible, but it bothers me if any jerk sees my butt.
“Actually, it doesn’t bother me. I just want some jerk to dare to look at you, even your foot, and he’ll have to deal with me.”
Seriously?! Is he not going to put me down?!
“Come on, Nick. Put me down!” I began hitting him.
“That’s the violent girl I know,” he started to laugh and didn’t put me down until we were in the car.
He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and we returned to the apartment without saying a word, just listening to the radio.