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When Travis woke in the morning, the first thing he noticed was how bad his head was pounding. The second thing he noticed was that he was laying at the end of his bed with a blanket through over him. Travis rolled over unto his back and brought his hands to his eyes. He pressed his palms into his eyes and groaned loudly. A small knock came to his door a second before it was pushed opened.
" I brought you some coffee and aspirin." Saint said.
" Thanks." He muttered without dropping his hands.
Saint's hair was down and wet from a recent shower. And it smelled great, just like her shampoo and conditioner. Which, thanks to the fact that Travis and Saint shared a bathroom, he knew was Fructis. Both their rooms were downstairs why Jones and Derrick were upstairs, sharing a bathroom. As quickly as her scent reached him, flashes of the night washed over him.
' You smell good.' Travis remembered himself saying. He also remembered snuggling into her neck as they laid together in his bed. He remembered rolling over and muttering over and over again about how good he thought she smelled. He groaned again and looked at her as she reached him. He was blushing and couldn't help it.
" We didn't..." His voice trailed off as she handed the coffee and pills to him.
" We didn't want?" Saint asked. Travis pushed himself up and took the cup.
" Well, I don't really remember much from last night but I know you were in bed with me." He muttered, taking the medicine next.
" I wasn't so much in bed with you as I was trapped under you." Saint said with a smile. It wasn't like they hadn't ever slept in the bed together. In fact, every one of them had, at one time or another, slept in each other's bed. None of them had had sex together, not from a lack of trying from Derrick.
" Did we...have sex?" Travis asked. Saint crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight onto her right, black converse shoe.
" No." She said. Travis' shoulders dropped as some tension left him.
" Oh thank God." He exhaled as his eyes went to the coffee.
" Oh thank God?" Saint snapped, pulling his eyes back to her angered face. " Well fuck you! I didn't realize you not having sex with me would be a thank God moment." With a shake of her head, she turned and stalked out of his room. Travis groaned and struggled to pull himself up.
" Saint, wait!" He called out. He shoved the pills into his mouth and washed them down the coffee, burning his mouth as he did it. " Ow!" He called out as he stumbled out of his room. Jones was standing by the counter, holding a cup to her chest with her eyebrows up as the front door slammed shut. "Saint!"
" She's gone. What the hell did you say to her?" Jones asked. Travis shook his head, feel weary and tired as he moved towards her.
" I asked her if we slept together, like had sex. She said no and I said thank God. Then she got all pissed." He said. He plopped down on one of the stools by the counter.
" Travis, you have no tack when it comes to the ladies." She said.
" What? What did I do wrong? If Saint and I had sex because I was drunk and she wasn't, that would be horrible. It would have been me using her just to get off. I mean, yeah, I need to get laid and yeah, it's been a while since I had sex but I wouldn't want to sleep with her in a drunken, horn dog way." He said. Jones smiled and set her cup down on the counter.
" And how would you want to sleep with her?" She asked. Travis shrugged.
" When I'm not drunk and I can remember it in the morning." He muttered.
" Oh my God!" She explained with a smirk.
" What?" Travis asked.
" You like her!" Jones accused.
" Oh no! No, I don't!" Travis said as he almost jumped up.
" Yes, you do!" She said, laughing.
" She has a boyfriend." Travis said.
" That has nothing to do with you liking her." Jones said.
" I don't like Saint, not like that." Travis defended.
" Yes, you do." She said quickly. Travis was shaking his head hard as he backed away. Jones started around the counter as he continued to protest. " How would you want to sleep with me?" Travis stopping walking.
" What?" He asked in confusion.
" How. Would. You. Want. To. Sleep. With. Me?" She repeated. Travis frowned and made a disgusted face.
" I won't." He said quickly, making her smirk turn into a grin.
" That's the answer you give when you aren't attracted to the person you are talking about. When I asked you that same question about Saint, you said you'd want to do it when you weren't drunk and could remember it in the morning." Jones pointed out.
" That doesn't mean anything, Jones." He said. She laughed, making him shake his head again. "Just shut up and drop it already." He said before he hurried to the bathroom.
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Travis shouldered his bag and walked into the small cafe that was down the road from their loft apartment. In the center of the cafe was a set of couches and sitting on one of the couches was Saint, just like he knew she would be. He sighed but made his way over to her. He needed to sooth things over with her. He hadn't meant to hurt her feelings and he wanted to explain it.
" Hey." Travis said as he walked around the couch.
" Hey." She said without looking up at him. Travis pulled his bag off and sat down beside her. He was uncomfortable.
" What are you doing?" He asked.
" Studying." Saint said. She had an opened book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. She was going to school to be Literature teacher.
" Yeah, I should do that too." He said, looking back at the counter.
" Then do it." She said. He looked back at her and rubbed his chin.
" Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea. I'm going to get some coffee, you want some?" He asked. Saint shook her cup at him, still not looking at him.
" Got some." She said.
" Oh yeah, sorry. I'll be back." He said.
" I'll be here." Saint said. Travis set his bag down on the floor then stood up. He walked behind the couch and quickly to the counter. He ordered his coffee then looked back at her. He wasn't sure what to say to her.
Saint was trying hard to ignore how her heart slammed in her chest as his scent lingered in the air. She briefly closed her eyes and allowed herself to breath in him deep. Travis had a unique smell. It was something she couldn't place. He was like the perfect mixture of cigarette smoke, spices, and sometimes her shampoo. Not that it bothered her that he used her soap...
" Here." Travis said a second before he sat down beside her. Saint looked at his outstretched hand. He was holding a plate with her favorite type of bagel, an asiago cheese bagel. It was cut down the middle with cream cheese on both sides. She looked at his pretty blue eyes, making him smile. " Peace offering." Saint smiled and laughed softly.
" Thanks." She said, taking the plate from him. " Share it with me." Travis smiled.
" Yeah, okay." He commented. She set the plate on the couch in between them and broke off a piece of the bagel before she turned back to her book. " What are you reading?"
" Jane Eyre." She said.
" MMMM." He said as he nodded and made a grab for a piece of the bagel. After a few seconds, Saint started to laugh, looking back at him.
" You have no idea, do you?" She asked. Travis popped the bagel into his mouth and shook his head.
" I don't." He admitted. They both laughed and looked away. He leaned down and opened his bag. " I guess I should study now."
" I would think so." Saint said.
Travis pulled out one of his textbooks and settled back into the couch. Out of all the room mates, Saint was the most relaxed one. When he was around her, Travis found he was able to settle in and focus on his school work or art. Derrick had no desire to study and just wanted to drink and talk about girls. Jones sometimes acted like she smarter or better than them all but Saint was just chill. She didn't push him outright but didn't let him get away with slacking either. She would simply nudge him gently into his school work.
Travis glanced at her out of the corner of his eye then turned back to his school work. Was Jones right? Did he like her? Sure, Travis could admit he had a crush on her. She was beautiful, sexy, and fun to be around. She knew how to party and was never a sloppy or emotional drunk but she had a boyfriend. And it was just a harmless crush. It didn't mean he wanted or even hoped it would or could turn out to be something more. She had a boyfriend.
Travis reached for another piece of the bagel at the same time she did. Their hands collided, making them both jump and pull back as they looked at each other. A warm flush went through Saint at the same time Travis' cheeks went red. They laughed awkwardly as they looked away. She reached forward and snatched up her coffee cup from it's resting place on the table in front of them.
" Sorry." She muttered.
" Me too." Travis said. He stared down at his book and took a deep breath. He forced himself to look back at her. " I'm sorry about this morning, about what I said. I didn't mean it like the way you took it. I didn't mean that sleeping with you would be the worst thing to happen to me because it won't." He started to rumbled. " I just think if we were going to have sex with each other it should be when we aren't drunk or when one of us isn't drunk and..." His eyes widen as she blushed again. " No, wait! This is coming out wrong!" He rushed forward. " I haven't been thinking about you and sex, it's not like that! It's just...oh fuck. I'm fucking this up."
" No, it's okay." She said quickly. " I get it. I just overreacted. I was running late for class and already annoyed." Travis smiled.
" So we're good?" He asked. She smiled and nodded.
" We're good." She said.