I thought I was enjoying college the first month I was here. I thought I didn't want nor need a boy in my life, that I was content with bettering myself. With gaining an education to get a good job and make something of myself.
Well I still don't need a boy in my life and I had been enjoying college, but I'm not going to pretend that the last two weeks hadn't been even better than I it had started. Now I wanted a boy in my life, one boy in particular.
We were taking things slow. Still getting to know each other. Respecting that the other had commitments and were dedicated to our education. Most of the time it would be quick lunch dates or he would meet me after work and walk me home. We would watch a movie after working on assignments, cuddle and make out a little. But compared to my last two relationships, we were moving along at snails pace. I was more than ok with it because unlike my last two relationships, I had real feelings for Joey.
Tonight, Harper, Ali and I were going to the boys house. We were all cooking a meal and enjoying a quiet Sunday night.
Harper had been seeing Ethan, which Joey admitted to me he had mixed feelings about. Harper is like a little sister to him, so he wants to protect her. While Ethan is his friend, he knows his history. I told him to relax, what they have appears genuine and if it doesn't work out, it needs to be their business and not his.
Ali wasn't seeing anyone, but she never missed an opportunity for a home cooked meal or a visit to the boys house. She was more than content to flirt her way through college for now.
"Are you sure it's ok I take all of these?" I asked Sandra.
I was closing up at The Busy Bean before I head to the boys house. We had a number of cakes go out of date today with a fresh delivery due in the morning, so instead of throwing them out, Sandra had told me to take them with me for dessert.
"Of course Morgan! We can't sell them and they might as well be eaten by those boys instead of being thrown out. Take them, enjoy them and have a good night. You worked hard today, tell that boy of yours that you deserve a massage tonight," she winked at me.
"I'll tell him Sandra said so!" I laughed.
"I bet he wouldn't miss an opportunity to get his hands on your body. I've seen the way he looks at you," Clay chimed in as he walked from the kitchen.
"Hush you! Don't think I haven't seen all the flirty eyes you get from not just all the women, but the gays too!" I pointed my finger at him.
"What can I say, I'm just irresistible to the entire human race," he said, doing a pretend hair flick.
"Don't you act like you don't receive flirty eyes too miss! I saw at least 3 guys give you their number today alone! You're just too uninterested to notice all the attention. At this stage I'm not sure if it's good or bad for business to have hired two incredibly good looking staff members!" Sandra said, joining us back out the front as we completed last checks before leaving.
"I think we attract the customers. Morgan here has managed to get the whole basketball team hooked on our coffee," Clay said.
"I'm not sure that was my doing, I attracted one and the rest followed!"
"Tomahto tomato," Clay replied.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and picked up my boxes of cakes. It was going to be an awkward walk carrying everything.
"Are you going to be right?" Clay asked.
"I'm a big girl! Thanks again Sandra! Bye Clay," I called out as I walked in the opposite direction to them. They called out their farewells back.
The walk took a little longer than usual as I tried not to drop the boxes. I finally made it to the brown basketball house. I walked up the stairs and then kicked the door a couple of times instead of knocking. Usually I walk straight in, but I couldn't manage a knock with my hands let alone opening the door.
"Morgan?" Harley, one of the guys from the team answered the door, barely seeing it was me. "Here, let me help. You didn't carry those all the way here by yourself did you?"
"I did. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now I regret it," I replied honestly, happily allowing him to take the top two boxes that had gotten heavy in my arms.
I followed Harley to the kitchen where Harper and Joey were busy arguing over the best way to cut the potatoes, both convinced they were right and getting ready to call one of their mothers to check.
"Did you bring cakes?" Ryan practically shouted, getting overly excited seeing me enter the room with the boxes. "I always knew you were my favourite person ever!"
He tried to open them and see what was inside as I swatted his hands away.
"Don't touch! They are for dessert!" I scolded him.
He moved away from the boxes, looking like a scolded puppy, making me laugh. I put my bag down and moved the boxes to one of the fridges before daring to stand in between Harper and Joey.
"Hey! What's going on?" I said to them as Joey planted a kiss hello on my head.
"Well Joey thinks we should be slicing the potato thin and I think wedges. It's roast potato, why would you slice them?" Harper replied.
"So they cook quicker! Does it really matter what shape they are as long as they cook properly?" He defended.
"Sorry babe, Harper's right. Slicing potatoes is for potato bake. Is the lamb already in the oven?" I asked, turning to check for myself instead of waiting for an answer.
"Yes, we just need to get the vegetables in and then we can relax," Harper explained.
"Ok. Joey, go sit, I'll help Harper finish up before you two kill each other," I instructed, instantly taking charge of the kitchen. "Isn't Ali here yet?"
"No, she text me before saying she was finishing up an assignment and should be leaving the dorm in half an hour."
Twenty minutes later we had everything in the oven cooking and were cleaning up the dishes from prepping.
"I'm going to get changed into something a little comfier and with less of a coffee small," I tell Harper, taking my bag and heading up to Joey's room. He stood from the couch too and followed me up.
As soon as we were in his room and he had closed the door behind us, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I smiled.
"I missed you."
"You saw me yesterday!" I laughed, turning around in his arms and wrapping mine around his neck.
"That was yesterday, now it's today," he said with a goofy grin on his face, his bright blue eyes twinkling.
Even if I was used to being around him all the time now, used to being in his arms and definitely getting used to kissing him, he still made me get butterflies in my stomach, especially when he said really cute things. My body reacted to him in ways I wasn't used to. Even though we hadn't moved past making out, there was no denying he turned me on.
We didn't waste anymore time talking, or even looking into each other's eyes. Our lips were on one another like magnets. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body close to his.
Lips moving in perfect synchronisation, I moved my hand from his neck to run it through his hair. I know he likes that, especially when his tongue requests entry to my mouth. I grant it, allowing him to explore my mouth. His hand moves from the small of my back, down to my ass as he squeezes gently,
Before I let this go too far, knowing dinner was cooking, I make the choice to pull away. Immediately missing the feel of his lips on mine.
"I came up here to get changed," I said softly.
"Then change," he whispered.
I gave him a quick peck on the lips before pulling away entirely. I went to my bag, pulling my sweatpants, a tank and then a hoodie. I glanced at him quickly, he wasn't leaving the room. Usually when I would get changed he would leave to give me privacy.
I raised one eyebrow at him, seeing him smirk as he lay on the bed, placing his arms behind his head.
"You just going to sit there and watch me change?" I asked, amused.
"Yup," he shrugged, like it was no big deal and I suppose it wasn't. I'm not shy of my body and had no doubts he would see it all eventually.
"Perve," I muttered, but smiled to let him know I was joking.
At first I acted like he wasn't in the room. Unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them off and pulling my sweats back up. When I took my t-shirt off though and stood in my bra, I glanced over to see him lick his lips slightly, lust in his eyes.
It made me feel powerful, confident and sexy. It felt good that he obviously liked my body. I appreciated that he didn't say anything and that he didn't try to jump my bones, he respected me.
I smirked at him teasingly before lowering my tank top over my body. After that I quickly put some deodorant on, then my hoodie.
When I was done, I looked back at Joey who was still watching my every move, but seemed lost in thought, his mind was clearly elsewhere right now. I decided to bring him back to reality.
Climbing onto the bed, I moved over the top of him so that I was now sitting on his lap, facing him. His smile only got bigger as he snapped out of it, placing one hand on my hip, the other tucking the hair behind my ear and resting back on my face.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He said softly.
"As long as you think so," I replied shyly.
"Oh I do. Beautiful, sexy, smart, mine," he said, claiming me and my heart soared.
"Mmm, I could tell you like what you saw. But then your mind left to a different place," I said, kissing his neck now as he moved his head to the side, allowing me room.
"I liked what I saw very, very much," he replied, gently tugging my head back so he can kiss my lips.
"Stay here with me tonight?" He asked, a slight pleading to his tone. "I don't mean to have sex, just to be here with you, hold you and sleep beside you. Unless you want more, I won't say no. But I like how we are taking the slow, getting to know everything about each other."
"So you don't want to sleep with me?" I asked teasingly, knowing exactly what he was saying but deciding to have a bit of fun with him.
"Oh no, I do. I really, really do," he confirmed, matching my teasing tone and moving the hand on my hip around to rest of my ass, before turning a little more serious again.
"I really like you Morgan, I'm happy to take things slow, savour everything. Mostly I just want to spend time with you, however that time comes."
I smiled widely at him admitting feelings that I knew where there, but he hadn't said out loud before.
"Ok, I'll stay," I agreed, having known the whole time since he asked me that there wasn't ever really another answer.
His face lit up, with a smile matching mine as he pulled me in for another kiss. Before he could deepen it too much and we get too carried away, I pull back.
"We should go back down, dinner will be ready soon and we abandoned Harper in the kitchen. I also need to protect the cakes from Ryan and the other vultures!"
"If they know what's good for them, they won't touch them. They know you would yell at them," he laughed.
"Damn straight!" I laughed with him. I stood up again, taking his hand before we made our way downstairs to join our friends.