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"..." : speech

Italic : thought

Chapter 3.

You should know, my parents are loaded, which had resulted in me having the biggest room available on campus. It even had a private bathroom and kitchen. He was visibly impressed with what he saw.

"Nice. You weren't exaggerating when you said you had enough space."

"Yeah, it's quite comfy here"

I smiled at him, while taking his bag from his shoulders.

"Just make yourself at home while I clear out some space in the closet. Do you prefer a certain side of the bed to sleep on?"

He raised a perfect eyebrow up at me.

"Excuse me?"

I grinned at his wide eyes.

"What? I never said I had two beds..."

He blushed a deep shade of crimson again and chuckled softly while rubbing his eyes in an attempt to hide his flushed face.

I walked up to the closet and started to put his clothes in there.

"Seriously?" I yelled at him. He peeked his head around the open door and looked at me puzzled.

"This is all you have? Oh my god Sas..."

Another raise of his eyebrow at my nickname for him.

"Tomorrow I'm getting you some new clothes; this isn't going to get you anywhere!"

He chuckled at my obvious exaggeration.

"I like travelling light. And what do you mean 'you're going to get me new clothes'? Did you become my Sugar daddy just now?"

He was standing right in front of me now, legs slightly apart, his arms crossed over his chest and a cocky little smirk on his tempting lips. He was obviously amused with his success at making me look shocked.

I stared at him for a moment before I could regain my composure. "Hmm..." I said, taking a step towards him and crossing my arms, mimicking his stature.

"That actually sounds like an interesting idea to me. But you do know what a Sugar daddy expects in return for his gifts, right?"

I let the tip of my fingers briefly slide along his cheek.

His attitude was gone as quickly as it had emerged, as the already familiar flush crept over his pretty face. I leaned over as close as I dared, almost touching his nose with my own. His eyes widened even further, but he didn't move back an inch.

"So,"

I breathed on him.

"Left or right side of the bed?"

I was definitely going to try to see more of that little attitude he had just showed. It intrigued me beyond words.

He must have known that I was watching every move he made. I watched him snuggle in a corner of the huge couch that made him look even smaller. I watched him put an egg roll in his mouth with his chopsticks, watched him chew absently as he turned the page of his book, watched his eyebrows move when he pushed his light glasses a bit further up his nose.

God, so much beauty, the thin framed glasses were only adding more charm to the whole picture. I wondered what I had gotten myself into by bringing him so close to me.

Suddenly he looked up at me and caught me staring. His mouth slowly curled up in a devious smile. He reached for another egg roll and seductively placed it between his luscious lips. I felt the blood rushing in my face as he slowly let his tongue roll around it, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

As he sucked down on it, I quickly rose to my feet, albeit a little unstable and mumbled something about the bathroom. I heard him chuckle lightly as I fled the room.

The splash of cold water didn't help my heated face very much. I cursed myself for starting a game I apparently could very well loose. This boy, this incredible little being, he really was something else.

Later that night I learned of his love for horror films. Well, maybe the proper term would be his secret masochism, because he was hiding behind a pillow at almost all scary parts, whimpering softly. I laughed at him for it, which earned me a few well placed punched on my upper arm.

Surely this was going well...

To Be Continued...