It takes everything in me to not gasp at the feeling he invokes in me. God, I want to jump him.
I can smell a little of his cologne and something else that I don’t recognize. It’s a good mix because it’s got my heart racing at one hundred miles per hour.
I’m not responsible for my actions if he’s wearing Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani…Down girl, down!
Is this what Magda feels like with all those guys? Geez!
These are my thoughts when I slip on the bottom step of the porch making my body swing down.
He tightens his hold on my arm but it’s not enough to keep me from slamming the left side of my body into the car that we saw parked here minutes ago.
“Dammit!” I scream.
That hurt but not as much as the humiliation from stumbling again in front of this perfect male specimen.
He holds on tight to my arm and tries to straighten me up.
“Alexandra, are you all right!?”He asks panicked.
He angles me so that I can face him. We look straight into each other’s eyes.
My breathing becomes sporadic and my eyes keep going back and forth from his eyes to his mouth and back again. I don’t say anything and neither does he. We just get caught up in the intensity of the moment.
I can smell and feel his minty breath on my face which means he didn’t drink at all tonight. That’s a plus. I’m not a huge fan of alcohol breath on me.
My body starts to shiver when he keeps his focus on me. I feel him getting closer and closer.
My knees feel like they’re about to give out but he holds me up by sliding his arm around my waist.
He leans me slowly back into the passenger door of the car. When my head hits the car, he finishes the distance between our faces.
His lips inch closer until they slowly touch mine. I close my eyes and it’s like there’s no one in this world but Jason and me and this stupendous moment.
Once his tongue coaxes his way into my mouth, I have these floods of emotion that I don’t know how to interpret since I’ve never had anything like this happen to me before.
He tastes so sweet, like honey with a mix of mint. It’s such a strange combination that I can’t help but think that I’m going to remember this kiss for the rest of my life.
These thoughts have me almost shedding a tear right here on the spot but I refuse to let that happen. He’s going to think I’m a psycho…a very inexperienced psycho.
What he does to me is so crazy that it makes me feel like I can actually fall for him, like in this moment, I’m his and I can never be anyone else’s because he’s just claimed me with this one kiss.
I’ve never felt like this and it’s kind of scaring the shit out of me but I try to push that thought away and focus on his soft tongue currently exploring every part of my mouth.
My mind is all over the place when he pulls away. I open my eyes slowly and stand motionless for what feels like hours just looking into his beautiful eyes. Neither of us speak. He just looks back at me with a satisfied yet haunted expression. That’s weird.
Trying to think about what to say, I remember that he asked me a question before all of this intensity happened.
I blush. “Yes. I’m fine. Thank you, again, for saving me from another near death experience...I’m a klutz tonight.”
That haunted look disappears as he takes his left hand and brushes a curl from my face and places it behind my ear.
“Good. Glad to hear it. Now, I know you want to start your early night but…do you want to maybe go back to my dorm and have a beer or something?” His voice has this ring of uncertainty to it which I find odd since he seems like the most confident guy I have come across.
He obviously also has way more self control than me so to hear that vulnerability in him makes my chest tighten.
I toss that strange feeling aside. “Hmmm…early night with Anthropology or long night with Jason Roberts?” I smile, lifting both my hands up in mock deliberation. “I think I’ll take the long night with Jason Roberts, but no funny business,” I say with fake sternness. Please don’t listen to me and ravish me now!
He pulls me to him and we start for the sidewalk again.
“No funny business, I promise. In fact, I’ll let you beat me at Mario Kart once we get there,” he says with a smirk. Dammit!
He starts to hold my hand again. “Well, well, Mr. Roberts a little cocky don’t you think? I will have you know that I happen to kick ass at Mario Kart and have no need for you to let me win because there is no way you can beat me.” I turn to look at him in the eye and stick my tongue out.
He looks down at my tongue and I feel a rush of adrenaline at the thought of him kissing me again. My mouth goes dry. Please do it. He doesn’t.
He just smiles and looks back up to my eyes. “Very well, Ms. Angel, we shall see.”
It takes about five minutes to get to his dorm because it’s on the same street as the house we were just at.
He lives at Michels Hall which isn’t too far away from Sensenbrenner or “The Banger” where I live.
I love knowing this little piece of information. He lives so close to me that it makes me get all giddy for reasons unknown to me. It’s not like I’m going to be coming over all the time. Am I? God I hope so.
We arrive at his building and he swipes his ID card to get in. He walks me through a hall that leads to two different doors. He chooses the one on the left that has a number eight on it.
He opens the door and motions for me to enter the apartment. I say apartment because it’s freaking huge, way bigger than my prison cell at “The Banger” and there’s even a decent sized kitchen on the right.
There are four doors down the hall to the left of the kitchen and one door on the right corner of that same hall which I figure must be the bathroom.
“Nice digs you got here, Roberts.” I grin, still looking all around.
He tosses his keys onto the counter in the kitchen. “Thanks. I have seven other roommates. I think they are still out. They should be back soon. Do you want a beer or something?”
“I’ll have a beer, sure. How do you guys have alcohol in here? Are you like a fifth year Senior or something?” I ask sarcastically.
He laughs. “No, smartass. My roommates’ sister comes to hang out all the time and she’s of age. She just happens to conveniently fill our fridge with refreshments when she visits,” he adds with a wink.
That wink only causes me to start thinking dirty slutty thoughts about what this man would do to me—all over. Shit! Don’t think dirty thoughts…don’t think dirty thoughts, I remind myself as I try to regain a little bit of clarity. Right now, all I’m thinking about is how his laugh alone is making me want to jump his bones.
Stop it. Say something…“Nice. So you lucky guys are all ready when potential girlfriends come here, huh?” I ask, hoping it isn’t too obvious that I am trying to figure out if he has a girlfriend.
I take a seat on the blue couch facing the flat screen TV in the middle of the room.
“Umm, you could say that,” he says with a bit of uncertainty, while handing me the beer he got from the fridge. Strange response.
I really don’t know how to feel about this guy. A minute ago, I wanted to maul him and now after that response I don’t’ know if he’s a player? Or if he has a girlfriend? What’s with the mystery? And why do I even care that much anyway? It’s weird, but for some reason, this just makes me want to figure him out even more.
I have to be careful, though, because this guy looks like he can really break my heart if I let him and I’ve only known him for less than an hour. What is wrong with me?
Is this what love at first sight is? No! I’m just crazy, right? I have to be to think that I’m in love with this guy. No way! Stop yourself, Alex!
“Alexandra?” He waves his hand in front of my face.
Snapping back to reality, I say, “Oh…sorry. Did you ask me something?”
He obviously just caught me spacing out
. I bet I had my mouth open. Real attractive. I sigh.
“I said…do you want to go ahead and take that Mario Kart challenge or what?” He asks standing in front of me, grinning.
The fog in my brain clears. “Right! Of course! Let’s hit it! Mario and I will kick your ass!”
He holds out his hand to help me stand lighting my body on fire when I take it.
We walk to the first room on the left, in front of the kitchen.
As I follow him in, I see that there is a bunk bed near the center of the room with a big closet on the far right corner. There are two desks on the left side of the room facing each other. Behind one desk is a big screen TV with every game system ever invented.
I let go of his hand and quickly make my way to the small brown couch that’s directly under the bedroom window and make myself comfortable.
He says nothing throughout the whole exchange. I look up to find him still standing by the door seemingly unsure about something. That’s odd.
My eyebrows furrow as I take a swig of my beer. “Are we gonna do this or what?” I ask, looking at him all confused.
He shakes his head as if to shake out the cobwebs. “Yeah--sorry. It’s just weird that’s all.” He leaves the doorframe and walks towards me.
My body responds to his nearness almost instantaneously and I shiver. Damn libido.
I look at him with a bit of concern. “What is?” I ask coming out of my lust haze.
He clears his throat. “Nothing. Let me get the system set up.”
He bends down to get the game started which gives me a clear view of his nice tight ass which I was right about. It looks divine in those jeans that hang low on his waist.
Low enough for me to see the waistband of some Calvin Klein underwear. Dear lord, this man is too gorgeous for his own good. I may be a virgin, but I am still only human.
Once he sets everything up, we play Mario Kart the whole night and I learn a lot of things about mystery man, but it’s mostly just the basics.
He told me that he has an older brother named Bryan and a younger sister named Kelly. He’s from Chicago and his mother is a nurse at a city hospital. His dad was a different story. He didn’t want to talk about him that much. So I didn’t insist.
I also found out that his favorite sport team is the Chicago Cubs. He showed me his music collection which included a lot of hip hop, R&B, and some Rock.
As the night went on, we found out different things about one another. We actually had a lot in common which made it easier for me to be myself with him.
There weren’t any awkward silences because if we weren’t talking about our lives, we were joking around about the game and talking smack back and forth. I didn’t want the night to end because we were so in sync with each other, which is something new for me.
There were times when I felt as though he was holding back on me, like when I would ask more about his family, I could tell just by looking in his eyes. There just seemed to be a lot of hidden emotion there. It was pretty evident to me but I didn’t want to get into a serious conversation because then there would be questions about my life and there’s no way I’m telling him about my past—if I can’t even bring myself to tell Magda—there’s no way I’m spilling my guts to this Greek God.
At one point during the night, our legs were touching and rubbing together so I had to keep myself from straddling him and kissing him senseless.
I want this man, so bad. He’s making me feel like a hussy with my dirty thoughts. Stop it!
“Wow! It’s 3am!” He says surprised, leaning closer to my side so he can see the clock on his messy desk.
I take my chance and smell his neck like a total creeper. I close my eyes at how good it smells. I find it so tempting to lick his neck but I snap myself out of it once I realize what he said.
“Oh my God! Are you serious? I have class in less than five hours!” I jump off the couch and scramble to put my heels back on. “I gotta go, I’m gonna be so tired, I’m gonna fall asleep in class.”
He leans back on the couch. “Umm, yeah you might…”
I see him start to rub the back of his neck with his right hand looking sheepish so I busy myself to avoid making him feel awkward for any reason.
I finish putting my heels on and look at him. “Well…Mr. Roberts I had fun beating your ass at Mario Kart. I hope you’ll remember that next time you challenge me.” I say with a wink making my way towards the doorway.
His voice stops me. “Alexandra…listen, do you—uh--you want to stay the night? My roommate obviously isn’t coming home tonight so it wouldn’t be a problem…” He shrugs. “It’s a little too late for you to be walking to your dorm right now, anyway. But only if you feel comfortable,” he finishes, keeping his gaze on the carpet and both hands deep in his pockets.
I blush. My stomach starts doing flip flops because I wasn’t expecting him to want me to stay so I have to see if he’s serious.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude but I suppose it beats having to walk in the dark and chilly October air…” I ask looking down at my shoes, hoping he doesn’t change his mind.
I feel him walk towards me. I look up and he’s suddenly inches from my face.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He whispers.
My eyes flutter as I look into his eyes wishing him to kiss me. He takes his right hand and places it on my left cheek and I lean into his touch. He smiles and closes the gap between us to place a soft brief kiss on my lips. Tease.
I feel my lips tingling, wanting more when he pulls back to show me where the bathroom is.
We get into a comfortable silence as we both get ready to go to sleep.
It’s weird that everything feels so comfortable with him, like we have been doing it for years.
He hands me one of his shirts and I get changed in the bathroom.
Once we are both ready with our respective pajamas, we lay together on the bottom bunk. I get the inside and he gets the outside without any debate.
We lay there staring into each other’s eyes, not touching, not speaking. Just feeling this electricity between us.
Neither one of us takes it further than that.
When I start to drift off to sleep, I feel him tug me closer to his body until we are spooning. He buries his face in my hair and I close my eyes at how good that feels. After a while I feel his body relax and I know he has fallen into a deep sleep.
Listening to him breathe, I wonder what I’m going to do because I’m pretty sure that Jason Roberts owns every part of my being without even knowing it.
I slowly start falling asleep. My last thought is that I will forever remember him and this moment with us together.
As for the rest…well the rest is going to be history….then I succumb to the darkness.
Chapter Two
November
The red timer says I’m about five minutes in when it feels like I’m starting to hyperventilate.
I look over at Magda next to me and she seems to be having no problems breathing. Like running at a steady 10.0 isn’t a struggle. I’m so out of shape that running at a 6.0 is deadly.
My mouth is dry as hell when I hit the emergency stop button because I can’t even think straight anymore.
Magda looks over at me and rolls her eyes when she sees I’m trying to catch my breath on the treadmill.
She takes her ear buds out while she’s still running, “Are you that out of shape, Alex?” She asks, appalled.
I make a lewd gesture that involves my hand under my chin instead of answering because to be honest, I just can’t right now. I’m too worried about being able to breathe again.
P.O.D’s ‘Alive’ plays on the loud speakers when I’m finally able to catch my breath and focus on my surroundings.
I wipe the sweat off my face with the white towel and turn to Magda. “I’m outta here…I almost collapsed on this piece of shit. I can’t believe I let you drag me here. I repel gyms.”
I wave goodbye, but only get a mi
ddle finger in return.
I get off the machine and make my way towards the exit. I open the door to leave when I almost run into Slutinez.
“Why hello there, Alex.” She says with a knowing smile.
I roll my eyes. “Hey, Melanie…”
Still holding the door open I say, “After you,” so that I can get by and not have to keep talking to her fake ass.
A smirk creeps up on her lips before she responds, “I don’t think so.”
Confused as to why she’s being so ‘knowing’ I ask, “Excuse me?”
I lean the left side of my body up against the door to open it further giving her more room to go inside. But it doesn’t leave me a lot of room to walk past her. The only way for me to get through is if I push her out of the way and I’m not about to put my hands on her nastiness.
She just stands in the middle of the doorway with her hands crossed across her fake chest. The only thing covering those things is a bright pink sports bra with thin ass straps.
I’m wondering how that tiny thing is holding her boobs in place without ripping when I hear her ask, “So, how’s Jason?”
My eyes immediately go from her boobs up to her face at the mention of Jason’s name. Why would she know him?
From what I’ve learned in the last few weeks is that he’s very private and not a lot of people here know of him or about him.
It has seemed to me in the short time that we’ve been together that he doesn’t socialize with a lot of people and he’s always either with his roommates or me—so I thought.
“What’s it to you?” I question her.
She shrugs nonchalantly. “Nothing really…just wanted to see how you guys were doing. That’s all.”
I give her my best ‘I’m not stupid look’. “Spit it out, Melanie. You know you got something to say so just say it and quit the bullshit.”
Her head tilts back with laughter. “Relax, Princess--I’m just wondering how well you know Mr. Roberts…nothing to get bitchy about.” Princess? This Bitch.
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