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Alexandra

Anastasia

I sense him dozing off as he strokes my shoulder with the back of his hand. I'm too excited to close my eyes. Is he the one I've been looking for? He feels right. His peaceful breathing, his arm wrapped around my body, his masculine, distinct, heady scent; fuck, he still has his jeans on.

"Do you want coffee?" I hear his raspy voice. I turn to him, his grey eyes soothe me.

"Yes," I smile.

He rolls over, wraps both arms around me and pulls me closer, completely swaddling my body with his. His knee is over my thighs and he burrows his head into my neck.

"Give me a moment, and I'll make some."

The sun shining through the window wakes me. Or is it the smell of freshly roasted beans? Did we oversleep? I have classes today all day.

I glance at the time, it's noon. I see Christian, wearing his jeans, nothing else, and sitting on the window ledge. He's talking to someone on the phone with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Nothing is happening to me, Kenny! Leave it!" Christian barely suppresses his anger while he listens to what the other person has to say. "I'm at her place. Yes! What are you, the police?"

He talks in hushed tones but I can hear him clearly.

"You know what, fuck you, and fuck all this! What if I don't want to?! I said she's mine!"

"This is the first and last time I'm going to say it – do not even think about it. Remember that, Kenny."

The silence is eerie. On both sides.

"And don't act like an ass next time I call you."

The other person again interjects.

"Enough! I'll die before I let you," Christian cuts him off. Then he stands up and takes a long sip from his coffee.

"Fuck!" he curses, looking through the window. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Um…"

He looks back, and as if he had forgotten that the dorm rooms are small, he's stunned to see me wide awake and staring at him.

"How long have you been awake? Fuck!"

"Long enough. What was that all about?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"I'm not."

"Look, I'm sorry you had to hear that conversation with my stupid friend," he looks into my eyes as he sits next to me on the bed. Grey and strangely comforting colour engulfs me.

"I'm fine. Really," I wrap my arms around him and allow myself to sink into his chest.

"Are you sure?"

I nod.

"In that case, come, the coffee is ready," he stands up.

"Please," I get up, too.

"Sit here."

He makes a space on the small table for me.

"Thank you. This is my favorite spot."

"I've noticed," he kisses my head as I sit down. He pours me a cup of coffee and passes it to me gently, making sure I've got the handle before letting it go.

"Do you have any classes today?"

"Yes," I take sip of the heavenly substance.

"I want to see you again, soon," he says with longing in his grey eyes.

"I'd like that."

"I want to fuck you again, too."

My smile is interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

He doesn't let me answer it.

"I'll get this."

He walks up to the door and opens is, but from where I'm sitting I can't see who it is. Christian has his back to me, and talking to someone on the other side of the door.

"What the fuck? How did you... What the hell you're doing here?" Muffled sounds come back but I recognize a stern, hushed tone. "Answer me," I move my head to see him better, and notice he's talking through his teeth, his facial expression frightening me.

Who is he talking to? I stand up and the moment he notices me, he lifts his hand, his palm open in my direction, gesturing me to stop. I stop but I can hear quiet sobbing now.

"I...I...thought ..." a voice answers on the other side of the door.

"And what have I said about thinking?" His lips are in a straight line, his nostrils flared.

"I'll do that if you come back," cowed, she sniffles. "I'll do anything."

"It's too late Miss Newman. I don't want to see you again," he's losing his patience.

"You know Kenny has his eyes on your girl, too. You better watch him like a hawk."

"Leave. Now."

"What's her name?"

Christian looks away in frustration, perfectly aware I'm there and listening to him. He replies firmly, looking directly at the person standing in front of him. "None of your god damn business."

He slams the door in her face, cutting off the sound. Miss Newman? Kenny? it's like all the fucking went out of the window. I thought I was special to him. What is going on?

He looks at me vacantly and then gently places a loose lock of my hair behind my ear. With the palm of his hand he touches my cheek and I tilt my head into it.

"Christian…"

"Shh..."

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