had to admit I was on cloud nine the minute he mentioned where he lived. I know that house, well.
Crap, did I laugh out loud and not realize it? To my embarrassment, I must have. Turning my head his way, I felt my cheeks flush, and my heart race. Opening my mouth though, words just spill out.
“Oh, I was just thinking about what you said,” shaking away my nerves, I unwittingly groan. “I learn more about you with every class we have together.” Needing to break the look he’s giving me, I lower my gaze to the floor. His eyes are intense, like they can read my every thought, intense.
It’s as if he has this magnetic pull on me, because my eyes automatically drift back to his. Once again, his insane baby blues dare me.
“Oh yeah? Come on, don’t hold out on me. You’re my only friend here, what had you laughing?” He continues to stare at me, but now he unleashes his sexy grin.
Friend? His sideways smirk only amplifies his hotness. It’s not an innocent smile either, nope, it’s a panty melting smile. Dimples and all.
The effect he is having on me is utterly impossible for me to comprehend. Flustered doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m anxiously trying to find my voice, while I nervously bite the inside of my cheek.
Raising my head, I say, “Not to sound weird, but I know which room is most likely your bedroom.” Closing my eyes, I try to hold back my laugh. I know how wrong that sounded. Instead of embarrassing myself further, I bite the head of my pencil. Hard.
“Well now, that’s a new line for sure.” He said, with a slight clearing of his throat.
I can’t help but drag my eyes back to his face. His eyes are wide, and his cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink as his Cheshire cat smile widens. I wonder what he’s thinking right now.
Feeling the need to explain, I’m annoyed that he thinks I’m hitting on him. Was I? Perhaps.
“What I meant to say is, my friend used to live there. I’ve been in your house many times.” He’s just smirking at me, so I hold my hands up surrendering. “Nothing weird about it, I just know the house well. Which is why I can narrow your room down to two possibilities.” I just can’t help myself! The thought of me knowing something private about him does put a smile on my face. Thinking of him alone in his room, oh man! I need to stop this daydream.
He watches me, casually playing with his lower lip. “Oh, now this is getting good. What’s your name, pretty girl?”
I kept my stare solely focused on his eyes, speechless. No one ever called me that. My mouth must be open, because he puts his finger under my chin and gently closes it for me.
His brow slowly inches upward. “Are you okay, pretty girl?”
Pulling me out of my Micah trance, I can’t help but shake my head mumbling. “Oh, sorry. Not sure why you’re calling me that, but my name is Elsa.” I slowly say under my breath. “Everyone calls me El.”
His eyes squint. “Do you have a last name Elsa, who goes by El?” His voice ever so charming.
“Winters. Elsa Winters.” I’m still in my Micah trance; his baby blues have me under this powerful spell. Those eyes!
Hopelessly, I close my book. There is no way I will be able to read right now. My every thought is of him. His eyes I can still see, his voice, I can still hear.
“Jesus Elsa, are you ever going to forget him?” I realize I’m asking myself this same question yet again. Wiping the tears that sting my eyes, I remember the last thing Micah said to me after we had sex our one and only time.
Kissing me behind my ear, he whispered, “You changed my world, pretty girl.”
Just like that…my dream ends!
I suddenly focus on the noise coming from the room next door. Liza, my roommate, is in her room with her boyfriend. I never heard them come in. I have yet to meet this one. I figured I’d wait to meet him, see if he lasted longer than the last guy did. That poor sap never made it a week. Liza is never alone for long, I have no clue where she keeps finding them.
In all seriousness, the knocking on the wall as her bed bangs against it has me realizing this night is not