I walk into my dorm room to find a sight for sore eyes. Olivia is sitting on my bed, propped up against the headboard. She's dressed in one of my old football hoodies, absentmindedly twirling one of the drawstrings around her finger, with a pair of simple black leggings and blue socks adorning her feet. She has one of her knees bent up, propping up her binder full of notes to study from, all her other study materials sprawled out around her.
I grin, leaning up against the doorframe for a moment to watch her flip through her notes.
Sensing my gaze, she peers up at me, catching me staring at her. "What?" she asks, self-conscious.
My grin deepens as I push off the doorframe, making sure to close the door behind me, and saunter to the end of my bed, tossing the two water bottles I just picked up from the small café down the hall to the side. I lay my hands flat on the mattress, leaning my weight in my arms.
"Nothing," I muse, raking my eyes up her body, all the way from her sock covered toes to the messy bun of caramel locks piled on top of her head.
She flashes me a dubious look.
"Okay..." I drawl, lazily skimming one of my hands up the bed towards her.
Quickly, I grab ahold of her ankle, pulling her down the bed towards me. She shrieks at the sudden movement, tossing the binder she's holding to the side before crashing into me. I grab her legs, wrapping them around my torso as she's perched on the edge of the bed. Giggling, she places her hands on my chest, stabilizing herself.
I grin down at her. "Maybe I'm thinking about how good you look in my bed," I admit in a low, raspy whisper.
All the laughter drains from her brown eyes as she takes in sharp breath, her eyes now clouding over at my confession.
But as fast as she fell into the trance, she snaps out of it, giving me a smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm sure I'm not the first girl you've said that to," she says, her voice light, joking, but I sense the insecurity behind it.
I frown, my shoulders slumping. Since I met back up with her after our classes to study, I can tell she's not fully recovered from all that's happened today with rat boy and Adrianna. I can tell their words are still swirling around in that pretty little head of hers, no matter how hard she's trying to hide it.
"Finch," I sigh, not knowing where to start, the words clogged in my throat. I slide my hands up her calves that are still wound around my waist to her thighs, rubbing soothing circles into the soft fabric of her leggings as I try to find the right words to say.
I hate that she knows my past. I hate that I even have a past. And that after all these years, when I thought it wouldn't matter, it matters. Not just to her, but to me, too.
"You're the first girl in my bed," I admit.
She flashes me another dubious look, her hands on my chest falling until the tips of her fingers are barely resting on my stomach. Her legs also begin to go lack, but I run my hands down them, locking her ankles back into place around my waist.
"I'm serious. You're actually the only girl I've ever let into my room," I confess softly, suddenly nervous.
A small frown mares her brow, telling me she doesn't quite understand.
I sigh, leaning forward and hiding my face in the crook of her neck, embarrassed. "I've never brought a girl back here," I mumble against her skin. "I never done anything with a girl in here because... I don't know." I huff, pulling my face from her neck, but I'm still too ashamed to look her in the eyes. "It's too... personal," I admit.
After a moment of silence, I finally gain some courage to glance at her face. I find her staring at me with a soft expression, maybe understanding?
I bring my hands up to softly rest on each side of her neck, my thumbs stroking the edge of her jaw as I look into her eyes. "My number one rule has always been to never let a girl into my room, so they don't get any ideas or stay. Hell, I never even let a girl walk into my room before, just because. I broke that rule for you, though, Finch," I whisper. "Only you."
A look I can't quite decipher washes over her face.
I lick my dry lips before continuing. "I know the things said about me today aren't necessarily untrue," I cringe, "but just know that you're nothing like the other girls. Me breaking my rules for you... just know that means something," I promise. "That you mean something to me."
Her eyes grow soft and a look of adoration mixed with appreciation graces her face. "Okay," she says softly, nodding in understanding.
I lean forward and press my forehead to hers. "I promise you, you're the only one that's mattered."
A small smile tugs at her lips, and she places her hands on my forearms, her thumbs stroking back and forth. "Is that why Adrianna was so shocked?" she asks, a hint of laughter in her voice.
Reluctantly, a laugh bubbles up the back of my throat. "Yeah. She's tried on multiple occasions to get into my room, but..." I trail off, not really wanting to discuss her, or any other random hookups I've had, any further.
"Ah." She nods once, understanding.
I can tell the thought of other girls is still a sore subject for her, naturally. If she had old flames coming up to her or a notable reputation of hooking up with randoms, there's no doubt I'd be jealous as hell.
"So, are we good now?" I ask, hopeful.
She smiles genuinely. "Yeah, we're good."
"Thank God," I groan out in relief, closing my eyes briefly. "Does that mean I get to kiss you now?" I smirk, leaning in and hovering my lips dangerously close to hers.
I don't miss the small smirk playing on her lips as she loops her arms around my neck. "What happened to kissing me whenever you want?" she teases, quoting me from class earlier today.
"You're right," I say, my lips just brushing against hers. "I can kiss you..."—I lean forward all the way, nipping her bottom lip—"whenever I want," I finish lowly.
Urgently, I crash my lips against hers, sliding my hand up into her hair, threading my fingers through it. A small, approving hum elicits from the back of her throat when I lightly skim my tongue across her bottom lip, spurring me on. I stand up a bit taller, causing her to tilt her head back, her jaw naturally slacking.
With one of my hands still on her neck, I use my thumb to angle her head just right and slip my tongue past her lips, inside her mouth, to brush against her own. The second my tongue touches hers, I'm a goner.
A low moan erupts from the back of my throat and Olivia pulls me closer, her hands grabbing at the back of my shirt as her legs tighten around my torso. I untangle my fingers from her hair, running my hand down her spine to that dip at the small of her back that drives me wild. Boldly, I sneak my hand under the hem of her shirt, splaying it across her warm, smooth skin, sending my brain into a fritz.
Leaning forward, I press our bodies impossibly closer together, causing her to lie back as I lean over her. I kiss her over and over again, getting caught up in how good her body and lips feels against mine.
I know we should stop, or at least slow down, but I also know I'd be an idiot to stop. Unable to convince myself to, I keep kissing her, continuing to brush my lips against hers slowly, passionately, desperately.
We only manage to break apart when we hear the door rattle and fling open, Chase obnoxiously and unknowingly barging in, bringing our moment to an abrupt halt.
Olivia gasps against my mouth in surprise, pushing me away and sitting up to frantically adjust her clothes while simultaneously trying to fix her hair. Her wide eyes display her dilated pupils, and her cheeks are flushed while her lips are wet and rosy. She looks absolutely stunning as we both try to catch our breath, and it takes everything in me not to shove Chase out of our room right this second.
"Whoa," Chase breathes, caught off guard himself. He stands frozen in the doorway, looking at us with wide eyes.
"Ever heard of knocking, asshole?" I practically growl, stepping back between Olivia's legs as she still sits on the end of my bed, trying to shield her so she feels more hidden, safe.
Chase blinks at me, confused. "Dude, it's my room, too! You never have girls over so how was I supposed to know?" he tries to defend himself.
Olivia leans forward and hides her reddening face in my chest, flustered and embarrassed by being caught making out in the middle of my room by my airhead roommate.
I wrap an arm around her, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head and whisper in her ear. "See?" I say, a teasing lilt in my tone as I try to lighten the mood. "I told you you're the only girl that's ever been in my room."
She pulls back a little to look up at my face, her eyes brightening.
"Hi, Liv," Chase drawls, a knowing grin on his stupid face as he walks past us to throw his backpack on his desk and toe his shoes off.
"Hey," she says shyly, unable to look at him.
Chase chuckles, jumping up in his bed and folding his hands behind his head. "So, what were you two up to?" he asks, feigning innocence, despite his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Studying," I bite out, giving him a warning glare that tells him to back off.
Chase hums in acknowledgement, his grin deepening. "Studying what?"
"Anatomy," I say through clenched teeth, knowing he's purposefully trying to piss me off and tease Olivia.
Chase lets out a laugh. "Well, I could definitely see that."
Olivia lets out a small groan, embarrassed, hiding her face behind her hands.
Annoyed, I snatch up one of the water bottles I tossed to the side earlier, chucking it at Chase. The plastic bottle goes flying across the room, hitting him square in the knee.
"Ow!" Chase yelps out in pain, his body nearly folding in half as he abruptly sits up from his laying position, his knees already propped up. He frantically rubs a hand over his knee, trying to ebb some of the pain.
"That's your patella... asshole," I mutter, referring to his knee bone I just hit.
Olivia lets out the smallest laugh, leaning forward and pressing her face to my chest.
After Chase stops whining about his knee, Olivia and I get back to studying, Chase watching over us like an authoritative parent to make sure we actually study. We study for almost two hours before she has to go home, and I walk her out to her car.
She leans back against her car door, looking at me expectantly.
Grinning, I lean down and press a chaste kiss to her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, Finch. Goodnight," I whisper against her lips, leaving her with one final peck.
"Goodnight." She smiles, her voice barley above a whisper.
She opens her car door, and before she can slip inside, I grab her wrist, remembering something that's been weighing heavily on my mind since earlier today, unable to let it go.
"Hey, about what Delilah said earlier today," I start, suddenly becoming nervous. "The whole boyfriend thing... is that—do you..." I cup my hand around the back of my neck, struggling to find the right words to say. "Is that something you're interested in?"
Her lips twitch up at the corners, her eyes laughing at my humility. "Is that something you're interested in?" she counters.
"Yeah," I admit through a whooshed breath, relieved she doesn't seem repulsed by the idea. I take a step forward, resting my forearm on the top of her open car door, caging her in between it and the car. "So, it's official?" I ask, hopeful.
"I don't know, you haven't asked me properly yet," she teases with a grin.
I take another step forward so that our bodies are almost touching. Bringing my hand up, I rest it on her cheek, looking down into her honey colored eyes. "Olivia McCausland, will you officially be my girlfriend?"
She smiles up at me, eyes bright. "Yes."
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers once more as we both smile into the kiss. It's slow, soft, playful, and it takes everything inside of me to finally pull away and let her leave.
When I walk back into my dorm room, Chase peers at me from his bed with an amused look.
"What?" I spit, trying to pretend to be annoyed to hide the huge ass smile that threatens to break out across my face. I peel off my shirt and rummage through my drawers for some new clothes to change into after my shower.
"So you and Olivia, huh?" he asks with mirth. "It's serious?"
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying my best to act neutral. "Yeah, I guess," I say with a causal shrug. I try my best to downplay it, only because if Chase knew how serious I was about her I'd never hear the end of it. All I'd hear all day are comments about being 'pussy whipped' or 'going soft'.
His grin tells me that he can see right through me, but he surprisingly refrains from telling me verbally. "She's a good one, man. Don't fuck it up."
God, I hope not.
I give him an appreciative nod and grab my towel and shower caddy, finally letting my smile break free as soon as I step out into the solitude of the empty hall.
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