Roommates

26. Dylan McCain

Dylan's POV

Every time when we were close, we kissed, touched and just laughed. I couldn't stop myself for touching her this morning, or looking all over her perfect body as she was running away from that roach or how she was laughing on her bed. She was so beautiful when she was smiling.

I wanted to know about her scar though. I wanted to know what happened and I wanted to make sure that she won't feel the same with me.

Then when she hugged me and I called her babe... I mean what the fuck is going on with my mouth?! She is not my girlfriend, she is my roommate! I should keep myself as far from her as I can but I CANT! How is this even possible? We almost had sex the other day before she left me hanging. I knew she was insecure and I was a pushy idiot but still.... her beauty, and her sexiness makes me crazy.

I struggled to concentrate all day and I was glad I only have half day today. Still, I got my first assignment and I already hated it. I might have to change major.... of course I won't. Bussines management what I wanted to do. Not what my dad is doing. He is successful but being in law is not my thing. He always told me I was a softy and when I asked him why? His answer was that your mother was a softy and a successful bussines manager. Dad didn't push me eaither of the carrier, I choose it.

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I slowly walked into Starbucks in my way home and smiled at the girl as I ordered. She looked cute, brown hair, blue eyes and kind. There was still something missing from her. Sofira's cute face flashed into my mind and I nodded to the girl as she gave me my iced coffee. I stopped when I realised she wrote her name and number on it. Not that I will use it. I wouldn't.

"Dylan McCain." I heard my name and I turned grinning at Brian.

"Brian Jackson." I smirked at him as he laughed.

"You don't want to kill me do you?" He asked me and I chuckled shaking my head.

"Just take it easy, man." I told him and he nodded as we walked into the park between school and my apartment with Firehead. I was dying to get home to her, to be with her. Shit. I was an addict.

"How are you?" We sat down on the grass and enjoyed the sunshine.

"We kissed. Again and again... I can't stop touching her." I told him and he smiled.

"That's good."

"Yeah, it would have been good if we have been together, if we knew what was going on between us..." I explained to him.

"Haven't you talked to her?" He asked me. "About Aron and Becca?"

"I told her. She knows about them but I don't know anything about her past. I know bits and pieces." I sighed. "I would love her to open up. To trust in me."

"You can't push her." He told me and I nodded. "I think it was a huge step for her to letting you in her apartment. That's a pretty big trust." He studied me.

"You are right." I nodded.

"What else is going on in your head?" He asked me and I chuckled.

"Not much... I just want to get home to her." I sipped from my cup and he laughed.

"I can see the girl found you in Starbucks." He told me and I nodded.

"Yes." I frowned and stood up. "I am heading home now. We can go out tomorrow for a drink if you are up for it?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Of course. I will pick you up after school." He shouted after me as I started to walk towards the apartment.

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