White Sheets | ✓

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  Jean flashed Allen her signature smile before leaving his apartment. "I'll see you later, alright?"

  She was dressed in last night's clothes, her dark hair a tangled mess. Allen reached out to her and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.

  "Yeah," he agreed, sporting a lazy, just-woke-up smile. Jean loved seeing him smile like that, so she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Allen's hands automatically landed on her waist, then her hips, pulling her closer to him and he almost let her in again.

  "You taste like mint," Jean said in between kisses, smiling, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. If Jean loved seeing his lazy smile, Allen loved hearing her talk whenever they kissed. It turned him on, big time.

  But before he could tell her to stay for five more minutes, she pulled away, pouting, as she fixed herself and her hair. "You ruined my hair again," she accused, narrowing her eyes at him.

  Allen chuckled and shook his head in amusement. "But you like it, though."

  "Not when I'm late for class," she frowned. And then she reached for her bag, got her compact out, and put on her shiny lip gloss.

  "What flavor is that supposed to be?" Allen asked, leaned against the door frame, and crossed his arms against his bare chest. (Yes, he was only wearing plaid pajamas.) He smiled to himself, clearly amused with women's scented and flavored make up.

  Jean quickly returned her stuff inside her bag and arched an eyebrow. "It's vanilla, why?"

  Allen shrugged. "I was kind of wondering about the way you taste this morning," he said thoughtfully.

  "Hey, it is not a crime to try new flavors, okay?" Jean scoffed, which made him chuckle, showing off his cute dimples. Last night, her lips tasted like... pineapples. Well, it wasn't exactly pineapples, but it was somewhere in that department, and Allen couldn't remember what the hell it was called.

  Jean had a thing for lip gloss. He didn't know how many of them she had in her bag, because she always applied a different flavor after they made out. He wasn't too keen on finding out, though.

  "Sorry," he said, trying to sound serious, but it came out all wrong. So he cleared his throat and said in a sincere and deep voice, "No really, I mean it, baby. I'm sorry."

  He knew how much she liked his deep, husky voice, and during big fights—even the petty ones, like this—it came handy.

  "Oh my God, you are totally stalling," she said, raising a hand up to her chest for more dramatic effect. "You're not going to fool me with that this time." But the faint blush blooming on her cheeks told Allen otherwise.

  Jean said goodbye to him again, and this time, she hurried to the elevator to prevent further touching. She sighed in relief when the elevator reached the ground floor, then she made her way to the parking lot, and drove back to campus.