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“Sounds like a plan, Farm Boy.”
I scoot away as we pull up to the dorms, and he shifts the gear and parks.
We’re walking side by side into the orange brick building. He respectfully opens the door after I unlock it with my key card.
“Such a gentleman,” I observe as we get into the elevator.
Another girl is on it, holding a bag of books. He stares straight ahead of us. Once we get to my door, he’s noticeably silent.
Is he having second thoughts?
We walk in, and I flip on the lights, revealing my roommate’s absence. He ventures in behind me, looking over at her side and back at me, swallowing.
“She went home for her mom’s birthday.” I shrug. “Do you care if I shower off really quick?”
I’m already grabbing my PJs and heading for the en-suite bathroom.
“Okay,” he says quietly.
I smile and close the door. Rushing through my shower and nighttime routine has me debating whether or not I should leave my makeup on. I decide against it. I don’t look drastically different without it. I don’t wash my hair, but I do spray a little vanilla perfume on my wrists.
My nicer pajamas are some buttery-soft emerald-green shorts and a thin gray tank top. I put on a low-impact sports bra even though I usually sleep without one.
I emerge from the bathroom roughly eight minutes later to see Adam sitting with his ankles crossed, no shoes, on the foot of my bed.
His eyes rake over me and back up to my face.
“How does everything look incredible on you?” His voice is a little hoarse.
My fingers twiddle with the hem of my tank. It’s not that I’m not used to attention from men, but he’s different about it. Like my body is the pretty wrapping paper, but he wants to open it up and cherish the inside too.
“I, uh, thanks. You too though. I’m constantly checking your ass out in those old jeans.”
His mouth pops open, but he doesn’t speak.
This is the first time I’ve seen him wear track pants. I grab the tablet from Kenna’s desk. She has a laptop, too, so she lets me use it. After pulling up the movie, I position the pillows into a reclining backrest and motion for Adam to join me.
He blows out a breath before crawling over toward me and sitting on the outside edge, not touching me. His face is completely blank.
“Are you not a cuddler?” I ask, tapping the screen.
He hesitates, so I turn to look at him. He’s looking at me with guilty eyes.
“I’m just…afraid of what I might do. You smell so good,” he mumbles the words as he reaches a hand out to trace over the vine on my arm.
“We don’t have to do anything. Let’s just watch the movie.” It’s not what I want, but he seems to need some reassurance. “There’s nothing sinful about that, is there?” I quirk my brow at him with a smirk touching my lips.
His warm breath grazes my shoulder as he studies the many different pictures on my skin.
“Which one is your favorite?” he’s looking up at me with big eyes.
No one has ever asked me that, but I don’t have to think about it.
“Umm, this one.” I lift up my tank to show him the half-finished Medusa on my rib cage.
He inspects it carefully, fingertips trailing over her. We’re both breathing a little heavy. His touch is both soothing and unnerving.
“I saw it at the beach party. Is it someone you know?” He’s still tracing the unfinished snakes. The heads weren’t added, so it almost looks like thick cartoon hair.
