Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I walk you home.” His voice is sterner this time. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
Noble is always so sweet and considerate that when he has these assertive moments, they make my insides light up. They should probably have the opposite effect on me, but I can’t help how my body reacts to him.
Again, it’s irrational. I don’t want anyone bossing me around, but I think with Noble it comes from a place of care and concern. Sometimes I wish it came from a place of dirty dominance, but that’s likely me reading too many of those over-the-top romance books. I’ve always been drawn to that but stuffed it deep down inside of me, never thinking that there would be a safe place for that. Noble is trying to prove otherwise. He’s making me trust him in a way I’ve never trusted anyone.
“Fine, you walk me home.” I give because I would be disappointed if he didn’t. Over the last week, any time Noble or I aren’t in a class we’re together up until I go back to my dorm.
With all his small touches and always being around, there has to be some kind of romantic feelings on his side. He made it clear early on that there were, but I’m worried we’ve slipped into some friend-zone. Which is part of my irrational irritation.
I told Noble I didn’t have time for a relationship or flings and now he’s giving me friendship? Yeah, I don’t want that either. I’m questioning myself now. I have no clue what I want, but the more time I spend with Noble, the more I hate it when I have to leave his side.
“You want a chocolate muffin or croissant tomorrow?” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he doesn’t need to bring me food, but it’s pointless.
“Surprise me.” He drops his arm from around my shoulder as we enter my dorm building. He insists on walking me up to my floor.
“See you in the morning, Kitten.” He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. I stare up at him, my eyes dropping to his mouth. He leans down, and I close my eyes. Then I feel his lips brush my forehead. “Night.”
“Night,” I mumble, opening the door to my floor.
Frustrated, I jam my key into my door and fling it open. I freeze when I see my roommate Renee straddling her boyfriend. The two of them are making out. Thankfully, they still have their clothes on. They both glance my way. Renee slips off Nathan’s lap.
“I need to shower,” Renee says, grabbing her bathroom bag. She’s pretty, with black shiny hair and legs for days. If she wasn’t a major bitch, I’d say she’s way out of Nathan’s league. “Nathan is staying over,” she says as she approaches me.
“That’s against the rules.”
“Only if you’re a snitch. Don’t be a prude. He’s moving, and his new place isn't ready for a few days.” She bumps my shoulder, walking past me and out our door, leaving me alone with her boyfriend.
“Why do you dress that way?” he randomly asks me. I glance down at my hoodie and jean shorts.
“It’s comfortable?” Also affordable. I leave that part out. I don’t need to explain myself to him.
“Going to change into your pajamas?” He leans back on the bed against the wall, putting his hands behind his head like he’s waiting for a show. What the hell is with this creep? I glance to my bed and then back over to Renee’s. My anxiety starts to grow thinking about him being in here while I sleep.
I ignore him and proceed to find a pair of sleep shorts and a shirt. “You really fucking Noble?”
“No.” I glance over my shoulder at Nathan, who is now openly staring at my ass as I’m bent over shuffling through my drawer to find my panties, but I can’t find any. What the hell? I stand, turning around and running right into Nathan.
“Not the word around campus.”
“I don’t care what the word around campus is,” I straight-up lie.
I don’t mind the idea of people thinking Noble is mine. I don’t miss the way other girls stare at him. I also don’t miss how he doesn’t pay it any attention. In fact, at times, I’m pretty sure it annoys him. The man has no ego to be stroked, which only makes him hotter.
“You know who his father is? He fucks girls about your age. Got a new one every week.” I do know that. Over the past week, I’ve gotten to know Noble, and his father is not his favorite person. Now, his mom, he adores. Yet another thing that makes him more attractive.
“Why do you care, Nathan?”
“Just wondering what kind of girl you are.” He licks his lips. “Renee doesn’t mind a third.”