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"Did he send you a picture?"

And with that, my phone was snatched away from my clutch. I didn't even bother fighting for it, I just slumped back laying down on her bed.

"I thought you were tired," I mumbled lazily, glancing at my surrounding, and taking in the extraordinary view of the plain ceiling right above me.

"I was," Kate chirped, sounding anything other than tired like she didn't just come back into her bedroom way past midnight; actually, it was more like the crack of dawn.

She had been making last minute altercations to her designs to fit my body physique after getting a real life measurement. It was already close enough and I had already tried them on, she was just fixing the small problems because the deadline was tomorrow.

In her one-bedroom studio, she had turned her living room into her workplace, and her kitchen had almost merged into her workplace since she had her designs on the kitchen table, as well as the counter. The only part that was clear of any kind of art was the stove and the sink, which was a tiny part of it. Even her fridge was stuck with blueprints for clothes.

"That was until you told me Christian texted you."

"Are you done? To meet your deadline, I mean." I never minded her going through my text thread with Christian since it was easier to just let her see everything instead of me explaining it to her and taking screenshots. I knew she wouldn't betray my trust and go through my phone, not that I had too many secrets to begin with.

"Yes," she replied absentmindedly, busy scrolling through my text history with the copper-haired guy. "He is so sweet, Steele. I'm serious. This guy is not only cute on the face, has a good body that obviously is the result of some intense workout, and he's a sweetheart."

I hummed, she had been rooting for Christian since I started telling her about my sex life. She was the only person that I went into great details with, every other friend that I informed was only aware of the fact that I had sex and asked for some details. I told one other friend about my first time in detail but not as explicit as I told Kate.

"He's easy on the eyes, hence I'm sleeping with him," I deadpanned. Like duh, why would I go for someone who I wasn't the least bit attracted to physically to have sex with. It was my first time and I was still gathering experience, so finding an experienced guy gave me a jump start so my experience could pile higher by the time I felt like I was ready to settle down.

"What did you reply?"

"You have my phone, girl."

She shoved it back into my hand, nearly having it land on my face if I didn't have a quicker reflex.

I took a look at the picture again. It was of a bonfire with part of his shoes in the picture. I could imagine him sitting before the fire with his soles resting against the stones around the flames and his buddies around him, or his family.

I really didn't know, not that I bothered to even ask, I was a passive bitch since the beginning and I gotta stay in character.

One thing I knew was that he wasn't in Montreal anymore, he was driving back with his frat brothers after they meet up there. I didn't know what route he was taking or what stops he would make, but he probably wasn't going to drive for twelve hours straight.

"He might be on his way back," Kate suggested from the side, staring at the picture just like me, but I was almost certain that what was going through her mind was completely different from mine.

I was stressing myself out trying to think of a response but she was probably cooing and crooning at the pictures and still reeling from the text exchanges between us. Christian had been checking in with me every day.

I didn't even tell him about my impromptu innocent hangout with Zach the other day. I knew he didn't like the nerdy frat and I didn't either, but I never thought about putting him in a position where he'd have to react to the news of me with another guy. I wasn't even remotely attracted to Zach anyway.

I liked Christian's type way better than Zach's.

To think I crushed on Mac, a cute African American lightweight who later got himself a white girlfriend who didn't drink at all. It was comedic and laughable since he wasn't my type, like not even remotely close. Funny enough, the girlfriend was also a friend of mine, and I did her makeup last time we were at a party, and everyone complimented on her eyelashes, which was my handiwork.

Christian was closer to my type but still not exactly fitting the type of guys that I was hoping to consider dating.

I shrugged, I didn't care what he was doing, honestly. The only reason why I bothered replying to him and not ghosted him like I did Jack hoping he'd take a hint and not bother me anymore was because I liked having sex with him.

The fucking on Tuesday was pretty decent, and he thought it was epic, so it surely said something for my part. I was improving, fast.

"Looks real cozy." Kate read off my screen over my shoulder. The phone screen in display as I held it above our heads, laying together in the middle of her bed.

She was so lucky that her parents rented her a studio here, it was big enough to sustain a separate bedroom. It was so much better than that ones I was looking at in Cambridge before I decided maybe I should just stay with Trix next year in the dorms as well.

"Oh, he's typing," Kate crooned from the side, snuggling closer to me as if it would get her a better view. It made no difference to her.

We stared at the three dots flashing in the speech bubble, and I contemplated on just tossing it aside and pretended like I was asleep. Then again, it would be a moot attempt because I already replied, meaning that I was awake at this ungodly hour.

"Don't you have class tomorrow? We weren't even at a party tonight, and we stayed up later than we did when we went to clubs."

One thing good about Paris was we could actually use our authentic ID and not our fakes to get into bars, because the legal drinking age was 18. I liked that fact, so much better than the stupid drinking laws of the US.

"Holy…" Kate muttered when I unlocked my phone to see the reply from Christian.

Oh yeah wish I could share a fire with you
Gonna be so much fun

I craned my neck to watch her facial expression but she never spared me the glance, her eyes were glued to the screen.

I felt like she was in love with him or at least crushing on him. She was definitely way more into him than I was. I just hope her hopeless romantic side wouldn't kick in now and tell me that I got a gem in my hands because I'd feel like I'd jeopardize everything under pressure.

"This guy, oh my god, Ana."

Aww that'd be nice
You at home?

"He's so sweet," she squealed and fanned herself. I didn't know how could a text message get her so worked up but I guess she was probably playing whatever similar scenes she had seen on her romcom that had her crooning at their sweetness. Or what was that she called? Love? I had no idea.

"You sound like you're in love," I couldn't help but teased. I had been refraining from making this comment for a long while now.

"He's not my type," Kate confessed.

I was tempted to asked her if she had found her type yet, but since she was so interested in my sex life at the moment, I thought I'd humor her. Though, I was going to have her point it out for me before I leave or demand a picture, but she probably wouldn't have the time since her exams were coming up.

And, man, exams for fashion design students, or art students in general was a seriously tedious event to prep for. The exam itself would take hours, and the preparation they had to do could take up to months.

It was no wonder people who went into creative designs behaved somewhat abnormally.

"For once, you're asking about him," Kate scolded me once the content of my reply sank into her. "You've never bothered."

"I do ask when I see him."

"You're just passive over text? Yeah, right."

She got a point there, but I was more forward when I was with him. But, usually, he was the one starting a conversation.

No at a friends

Ahh k you staying there for another week?

Kate read our reply intently, probably paying more attention to it than I was. This girl was probably more excited to receive a text from him than me, and more eager to watch me chat with him than myself.

Was in Montreal with family now driving back down with friends
So whatcha doing today?

If he didn't ask that question, I'd have no idea how to keep that conversation going but I think Kate would be disappointed if we weren't texting back and forth because it would be the first time she was getting a live show.

Sounds like a fun break
I need to catch up on my sleep have been staying up til morning lately

"You are such a conversation killer," Kate lamented jokingly.

"I do need to sleep because your sweet ass has been keeping me up late with you."

"You're my model."

"Models have working hours, honey."

"Still, you are brutally blunt."

"I need to stay in my role."

He didn't reply as soon as he did last time, so I assumed I actually killed the conversation but I wasn't going to admit that aloud.

"Are you going to meet up with him when you get back?"

I stared at her trying to gauge her intentions.

"I mean it's obvious that he's going to hit you up."

"Sure, why not?"

"You're going to see him, and fuck him?"

"Depends on my mood, but more than likely yes. I will see him if he asks and maybe sex but I don't know. We'll see."

"You said he's got a placement next year?"

"Yeah, he's not going to be on campus for his junior year."

"That sucks."

"Really? Why?" I truly didn't understand why she was suddenly so crestfallen. If she was worried about me and him, then she probably got it all wrong because as long as I didn't catch a feeling, then I really didn't care about it.

"What if he wants to date you?"

"Does he like me?"

"I think he does, he's been checking in on you every day asking what you're up to."

"Maybe he's trying to make sure that I don't go fucking around and moving on from him?"

"He's definitely keeping you, that's for sure. He's desperate for you."

"He is," I assented, and that reminded me of a talk that I had with him on Thursday that I didn't tell anyone but Trixie about. I wasn't sure how Kate would react to it so I told Trix since she had experience in the bedroom with guys.

"So, what if one day he tells you that he has feelings for you."

"Well, I mean, I don't have any feelings for him, yet. So, if he wants to date me, then sure."

"But you're also fine if not."

I nodded.

"I think he cares about you more than others."

"Probably because I was a virgin."

"Have you noticed how many times he tells you that he can't wait to see you?"

"What, over text?" I seriously didn't take notice of small details like that since I thought I was just as eager the last time, and was probably just as horny.

"Yeah! You surely go big for your first time."

"You still haven't found anyone? There are so many good looking guys in your pictures on Facebook."

"Oh, that reminds me, he found you on Facebook and friended you?"

"Yes, he kind of stalked me on social media."

"He's totally into you."

"Enough about me, for now. Since Christian hasn't replied. You need to fill me in on what's been going on with you and the bunch of hotties."

"They're just mediocre art students, Ana."

"Damn, should've gotten with someone from the arts department."

"Ana," Kate chastised. "You've got a fine man waiting on you."

"Which means I'll have higher standards in the future regarding my partners."

"Not what I was going for," she muttered darkly but let it slide, her fatigue suddenly catching up with her.

"We need to sleep. You still have classes tomorrow, and I'm leaving on Saturday."

"Are you going to see Ethan?"

"Not anytime soon, why?"

"Did you tell him about your new relationship?"

"No, again why?"

"He's curious, and he said you looked different this time."

"I thought going to him for advice, you know. I need one from a male perspective since I've got no standards at the moment, and people liked to ask me if he's big."

I rolled my eyes for a good measure, because practically everyone that I had informed about the beginning of my sex life asked me about his size. It wasn't like I'd seen any dicks in real life. I saw them in porn but that was on camera, so it wasn't going to compare. I just knew that he was probably bigger than normal.

Kate was the only one that didn't broach the subject since she knew that I'd have no experience in this department.

Guess what
A model agency just approached me asking about you

I stared at my phone. I had just landed in Boston, and I had to rent a car to drive back to campus. Judging by the time stamp, I got this text around the time the plane took off.

What about?

I had an inkling that someone had been watching us when we went shopping around Paris, but I never gave too much thought believing that I was probably paranoid so I brushed it off not wanting to worry everyone.

The drive would only take about 15 minutes, so I took my time driving back while brainstorming places where I could grab a quick lunch. The cafeteria was probably not opened yet but I heard from Trix that it was only serving one type of food over Spring Break for some reason and it tasted awful.

"Yeah?" I picked up the phone and put it on speaker at a red-light. It was a Sunday and I didn't know that she'd be awake at this hour. I thought she'd wake up in the afternoon just in time for dinner before she thought about her final art project.

"Are you driving?"

"You're on speaker," I reassured her. "Tell me about the modelling agency."

"They're from some small company and they asked me about the friend that I was with a few days ago."

"Okay, what did they want?"

"They wanted you to audition."

"For?"

"Their line of clothes, duh. They also saw my post and immediately spotted you, so they asked if you're a model. I told them no, I said you go to Harvard."

"And?"

"They're asking if they can have your contact information so they could have their firm in the US get in touch with you."

"Did you?"

"I told them I'd get back to them after talking to you."

"Oh, good," I knew I could trust Kate with everything. "So, I might have a modelling gig coming my way?"

"So it seems."

"Give me a name and let me do some research. Do you have their contact?"

"Yes, I'll text it to you along with the name. I've asked around already, they seem legit."

"Oh nice. Did they offer you an internship or anything since you're the designer behind the clothes I modelled in your posts?"

"Nope, the conversation was brief and they were more interested in you."

The rest of the drive entailed a lot of comfortable silence with us both minding our own business and occasional brief conversation exchange

"Last night, he asked me if I wanted to be blind folded."

"Over text?"

"Did I not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

I was already on campus and I had no intention of letting anyone that walked past me listen to me talk about Christian's kinky fetishes. He told me that he'd probably arrive a little earlier than planned, and asked me if I wanted to meet up. I hadn't replied, yet.

I was contemplating.

"Okay, wait. Let me get back to my room before I tell you about it. There are more to our talks on Thursday that I didn't tell anyone because I thought it might be too much information for you."

"No, you spill everything to me, bitch."

"Okay, just you wait."

I threw my duffel bag over my shoulder and dragged myself to the dorm. I could already hear music blasting inside, so I knew that most people were probably already back. I walked into my room to find it empty and with the lights off.

It was then I recalled Trix telling me somewhere in the middle of break that she was heading back to Russia for a family thing, and asked me if I needed anything from there. I said no, and asked if she would be back in time.

She told me she might be a day late. So, I just stored that information in the back of my mind and now I seemed to have forgotten about it.

"Okay, I'm back," I said into my phone that was still connected. I was pretty sure Kate was ignoring all of the noises coming from my side as I dragged myself back to bed. "I need to find somewhere to eat," I muttered to myself, looking around the fridge in our dorm. It was mostly empty.

"Yeah, okay, tell me."

"I told you that he said he has fantasies right?"

Kate hummed. "Something about having sex outdoor."

"Okay, that's the mild one."

"Mild? He is…"

"Just like any other male. I've already had this conversation with Trixie the other day."

"I want to hear it."

"He asked me if I wanted to be tied up Thursday when we were talking about sex and everything related. Like what we enjoyed and what we didn't, so far."

She hummed indicating that she was following.

"I was taken aback by that, so I just stared at him and asked if he had a pair of handcuffs. I was wary, and not like turned on. So you can imagine my tone."

"Yeah."

"He assured me that he doesn't have that in his room but he has ties."

"Ties can do wonders," Kate giggled.

Bitch. She wasn't the one put on the spot, she had only read them in erotic novels and watched them in porns and erotic films, it was completely different.

"I said no to being tied up, like right then and there."

"Has he done that before?"

"I don't really want to know, Kate…"

"You were down for being blind folded?"

"Well, no, because I don't know him that well yet. So, I don't exactly trust him to the extend that I'd allow him to do just about anything to me. Besides, I'm still thinking about just how good he is in bed."

"You've only fucked him twice."

"But like almost ten rounds in total," I reminded her.

"Right."

"Anyway, so we're not at that stage to introduce anything new. I told him that maybe we could try blind fold next time, but I was tentative. So, I think he didn't take it to heart. I mean, he's a guy who can take a hint unlike Jack."

"No wonder Jack's part of the nerdy crowd."

"Yup, and I had to ghost him four days straight before he gets the message."

"Christian is so much smoother."

"Totally."

"What else did he ask you?"

"He asked how I'd feel about being choked."

"Ooh," she sounded excited. Of course she was because it wasn't her sex life, it was mine!

"I said no."

"He's totally taking advantage of your inexperience and wants to try everything with you."

"I thought he's going to ask what I think about anal next, but thank god he didn't go down that route. I so wasn't ready for it."

Kate laughed, at my expense.

"When I said I'm open to try new things, I think he took it to moving forward full speed, but let me tell you Kate. I was so nervous when he asked me that he had fantasies of doing things to me that I don't think I'd enjoy."

"I think you need to figure out how to cum in the first place."

"Oh yes, orgasms."

"He hasn't made you climax, yet."

"I don't know. That's the thing. It was wonderful last time but I didn't know what happened. He asked me to show him what to do to make me feel better the first time we had sex, but I've never masturbated, so I have no idea."

"He probably assumed that you've touched yourself before since every girl in the US basically goes on birth control the moment they get their period."

"Yes but not for the purpose of sex."

"No, but still, they'd assume that you've at least explored it."

"Well, I haven't. Though, he did compliment my skills at oral," I gleamed.

"You watch too much porn, girl."

"No," I giggled. I did watch porn but not enough to make me learn from it. I actually didn't think porn was too useful because I felt like people were faking it.

"Did you tell him that you've never had any kind of sex?"

"No, I just told him that I'm a virgin but I guess he assumed that I've had oral before. Hence, he asked me to show him how to pleasure me."

"That makes sense, but now I'm worried."

"If the atmosphere isn't too awkward, I guess you can tell him that you've never done anything because I just dove right in when he asked me to return the favor."

Kate went silent, I knew she was pondering the unknown.

"Wait, Christian texted me and I haven't replied yet." I just remembered that and it had been a few hours already.

"What did he say?"

"He asked me if I wanted to meet up after he arrived."

"When's he arriving?"

"In the afternoon."

"So, he's going to take you out to dinner?"

"I don't know, I don't care. I need to think of a way to get through lunch first. I'm not hungry though."

There was a few shuffling on the other side, and I felt my eyelids drop as I stared at the text thread thinking about what to say.

Text me when you get here?

"I want to sleep now," I drawled into the phone.

"Then, do it. You planning on going over tonight?"

"Um… probably not. Don't want to seem so desperate. He's the horny one, not me."

"So, you're going to make him wait again?"

"That's the plan. I have class tomorrow, so maybe not. And, I don't want to pass out on him from jet lag, so I think I'll pass tonight. We'll see how my week goes and maybe this weekend works."

"You're making him wait for another week? Woman, you are cruel."

I giggled. I probably was, but I didn't want to seem easy.

My phone vibrated and I pulled it away from my ear, it was a text from Christian asking if the cafeteria was still closed.

I told him that I didn't know but my roommate didn't give the food a high rating so I wasn't thinking about going there for dinner.

Or lunch for that matter, but I didn't say it.

Can I take you out for dinner tonight, then?

I stared at the message, suddenly speechless and wide awake. I wasn't expecting that, at all.

"Should I pretend that I fell asleep?"

"You're ghosting him."

"He doesn't know that I've read it."

"Just be honest and tell him that you need to sleep."

Um… I'm jet lagged… don't know if I'd be up for any meal haha. Are you here already?

"That good?" I read it to Kate to get a second opinion before I hit send.

"Yeah, sounds good, but you did tell him that you wanted to meet him earlier."

"I told him to text me," I flipped back to the text I sent earlier just to make sure.

A few more hours probably arrive early afternoon
Is the berg closed?

No they just have bad food according to my roommate
And now I don't know where to eat

I sent him an emoji with a lone tear.

Aww Ana

"You're texting him, right? I gotta go but you keep me posted."

"Will do," I promised her and she ended the call leaving me staring at the screen with the latest text from him.

Then let me take you out tonight

Man, this guy was persistent.

I weighed the options, I didn't want another awkward meal with him but I didn't know if I would be hungry tonight. I was actually hoping I could just sleep till the morning, and then think about filling my stomach.

My class didn't start until noon on Mondays, so I'd have time to grab something from the supermarket or something.

I might sleep through the night
Maybe next time?

Tomorrow?

His reply came back fast.

Or do you want to come over tonight and we can watch a movie and eat take-out?

That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea
So what time?

7pm good for you?

I'll have to set an alarm but yes

Can't wait

"Oh my…" I muttered to myself under my breath. I didn't know if what he was asking would be a PG night or a R rated one.

I got up despite myself once I heard the alarm, and dragged myself into the shower, then put on make up. I had to at least look presentable if not decent. He had never seen me without my face caked with make up, and unless he asked for a selfie I wasn't going to show up without it for now.

The jet lag was catching up to me and I felt so tired, it was probably past midnight in France already and I was forcing myself to get up. Then something hit me.

"Fuck," his roommate was probably back, too. They were brothers in the same fraternity and seemed close.

I didn't know what to think. Would it be better to have him kick the roommate out or not? Honestly, I wasn't even sure if I was hungry.

"I got pizza from Cambridge 1, hope you don't mind," he told me after bending down to kiss me on the lips.

With the way his hands were clutching at my waist and the hard kiss he'd call a peck, I knew without a doubt that he missed my body.

"It's fine," I said. I was able to push my tiredness aside for now. I was happy to see him, after all.

"Did you take a nap?" He asked as we made our way to his room.

"Yes, just not sure if I can survive tomorrow."

He laughed, and let me into his room. I noticed that he still hadn't unpacked, but that his roommate wasn't here, either. His suitcase was.

"Where's your roommate?"

"He went out for food with some other guys."

"Oh," and I looked at him. I was going to tell him that I didn't want to take him away from his friends.

"But, I wanted to see you, so I didn't go."

He reassured me as if reading my mind, which really did make me feel better. He could be so sweet.

We sat down on his couch and he put the pizza on the table next to it, which was closer to me so he'd have to lean over me to grab a slice.

He didn't seem to mind that inconvenience one bit, as it is. He placed his computer on my lap and asked me to choose a film from Netflix, then he leaned over me to open the pizza boxes. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was just a lazy ass who didn't want to move around me, but I knew better.

The guy just wanted to hover over me, so he could sniff me.

"My best friend recommended this show," I clicked as I explained it but he wasn't paying the film any attention.

"How was your trip to Paris?" He asked, sitting back down next to me and handing me a slice, then taking the computer from my lap allowing me to put my legs up in his lap. He knew I liked to snuggle and I knew he liked it when we cuddled, especially when we were both naked and sweaty.

From sex, of course.

"We had fun. We went to a lot of bars, since the legal drinking age is low."

"Do you smoke?" He blurted out of the blue.

"If hookah counts. I only do it in clubs when someone ordered it, but I rarely feel like it." I was kind of surprised that we hadn't have this conversation until now. "You?"

"Marijuana, occasionally, but no smoking. I only drink."

"Yeah, I just drink," I wasn't sure how to process the information about him and weed so I took a bite from my greasy pizza.

"Weed makes me less wanting to socialize, so I'm glad I didn't do it the night I met you," he grinned, peering down at me but I had my eyes fixed at the computer screen.

I knew alcohol made him horny as it did most men and women, and I was glad that he wasn't addicted to it and rarely did it.

"I mostly smoke weed under peer pressure," he explained hoping that I got the message that he wouldn't usually do it himself.

"Same, I get pressured into smoking hookah at clubs," I echoed. At least we got that out of the way and got it clear. "I don't like smokers."

"Neither do I. I hate the smell of tobacco."

"Nice, we're on the same page," I lifted my head and touched my oily lips to his equally greasy ones.

He smiled at me in return, and we turned back to the film. I didn't know if he was watching it but at least I was.

"The woman is hot," I commented offhandedly as we watched two people having sex not even five minutes into the film after the introducing credits.

"Not nearly as hot," he didn't miss a beat. "Guess who's hotter?"

I knew the bastard was smooth but I didn't think he'd be turning on his charms tonight.

"Who?" I humored, my eyes still glued to the screen but I was hyperaware of his movements.

His hands snuck under my clothes and traveled north on my naked front, his fingers dancing lightly around my navel before they made their way to my sternum.

I looked up just in time to see him threading his other hand through my hair and cupped my neck, pulling my face closer to him as he leaned down and our foreheads connected.

Luckily, we had both finished our pizza slice, because the look in his eyes told me that I was going to be the next thing he devoured and not the pizza behind me on the small coffee table.

I locked my eyes with his, and tried to decipher from the intense passion swirling in his gray molten metallic orbs.

He leaned closer and our noses touched, he nuzzled it with his tip. I closed my eyes, and right before he captured my lips, he whispered against them.

"You."

Time jump coming up, then a huge gap in the one after.

Thank you so much for the encouragements!

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