Her

Chapter 32

Enzo

Ella is still not awake and it's 7:00. Her class starts soon and I feel if I don't wake her up she'll be pissed at me. I'm about to nudge her awake until I think of a better idea by the way she is sleeping on her back. I quietly and very slowly inch towards the end of the bed under the covers and slide in between her legs. I kiss her inner thigh all the way up until I reach her sex. She hasn't nudged yet until I lightly blow on her clit. Her hips move and she does a little moan but she doesn't wake up. I decide to go on and place gentle kisses on her lips and suck on her clit. She moans again and gasps, this time I'm sure she's awake. I keep sucking and she then grabs my head under the sheets letting me know she's awake.

"Enzo..."

"Goodmorning." I smile in between her thighs and she lifts the blanket off. I start to get up but she pushes her hips up to my face and holds my head.

"Don't stop yet." Her voice harsh and raspy and I smirk at this girls. No. this woman's, thoughts and I do as she asks until she releases into my mouth.

We're back at classes in our English Lit class and we turned in our journals last week so we're getting them back today.

"Can I talk to you after class?" The professor asks me as he hands me my journal.

"Yeah." Ella looks at me with curiosity raising in her eyes.

"What can that be about?"

"I have no idea." I thought my writing is good? Fuck I thought it's fucking great. After the class ends I walk up to his desk and he lowers his glasses and tells me to take a seat.

"What's this about?" I snap.

"Enzo your writing is far better than anyone else's in the class." Thats not where I thought this conversation was gonna go. "Why are you just now taking this class as a junior?"

"I don't know. I just never signed up for it I guess."

"Well these poems and writings. They're amazing. You should submit some of these to the public so people can read them."

"No." I say immediately.

"Oh. Why not?"

"Well most of them aren't poems...they're lyrics."

"To like a song?"

"No to a playground. Yes to a song that's what lyrics are."

"So you write music. Interesting. Have you ever played for anyone before?"

"No...but I am planning to." Why am I telling him this?

"Oh well I hope you do. People deserve to hear those beautiful lyrics."

"Uh okay...yeah thanks." Well that was fucking weird. Ella is waiting for me outside the door as I walk out and she asks what it was about.

"Nothing, he just wants me to uh, work harder in my journal."

"He's just not seeing the actual writing you do." She laughs and I grab her right hand and swing it over top of her head so it's resting on her right shoulder. I kiss the side of her head and and agree with her. Little does she know the songs for her, and it's fucking amazing. I think.

We separate and head to our next classes leading up to the last class of the day. I get a message from Riley saying that I should go to the frat house ASAP, so I skip my last class and head over to the house. I text Ella telling her not to wait up for me and I walk up into the house.

"Riley!" I tell and he calls me into the kitchen. "You mother fucker."

Jeremy is sitting on the kitchen chair and he looks back up at Riley.

"Him? You texted him?"

"Riley what the fuck is this about?"

"Well, uh...Jeremy needs more people to sell his shit." What the actual fuck...is he mentally unstable? I laugh at him and he stares at me.

"Oh you're actually serious? Well you see I'm not into that shit and I don't need money." I still don't know who put money into my account but it's still there. "I'll be leaving now." I start to walk out the door but Riley comes running after me. He grabs my arm and pulls me around.

"Enzo dude, this can get you a shit ton of money. Just consider it."

"No. Riley, you need to stop or you're gonna get into a lot of bad shit. These things never end well in the movies, you know that." Jeremy peeks his head around the corner and I yell out to him.

"Get your shit together or I'm gonna tell everything to Jessica. This is your last warning dickfuck." I point at him, "Do you really want Sarah to know that you do this shit?" I throw my hands in the air and walk out getting into my car driving off. When I turn the radio on I hear Adam Lambert's song "Whattya Want From Me" playing. I sing along looking like an idiot coming to a stop sign because I'm full out jamming to the song. What the fuck is happening to me. After the song is over, they announce that he is going to be in concert in Los Angeles in a couple of weeks. I should so buy Ella tickets. I'll go all out and get her backstage tickets so she can meet this guy. She'll so love me for that I'm just imagining her face right now when she opens the little box, and reads his name, running into my arms crying because of how excited she is. I call in and order my tickets on my phone. October 25th is the concert date and I'm pretty excited myself.

When I get back to the apartment, I walk into mine and Ella's room to her laying on our bed. Our bed. Sounds good saying that. In only her underwear, she's drawing, concentrated. Sexy as hell. I decide to just watch her and I realize that I can come home for the rest of my life to this. To her. I smile and take her all in. She's so god damn beautiful, and she's mine. I love it.