Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 103

"I'd like to know what's on your mind right now," he laughs, pulling me from my thoughts and making my cheeks even redder.

"Do you think we'll have some alone time today?" I ask while looking at our entwined hands. I can't help the shy smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, but I try to suppress it.

"And why, Julianna, would you want to be alone?" He inquires in a hushed tone. I shrug my shoulders, attempting to conceal my shyness.

"N-no reason," I whisper, and he chuckles. I keep glancing around to see if anyone is eavesdropping, but thankfully, there's no one nearby.

"You don't need to feel self-conscious," he brings up, and I just shrug.

I hadn't been as sexually active as Kent, and discussing it made me feel uneasy, particularly right now. I was somewhat reserved about getting intimate with people, but I had taken that step with Kent, which was a significant milestone for me.

"I'm just teasing," he whispers as if he's noticed how reticent I've become. "Trust me, I was also thinking about some alone time."

"Really?" I inquire, and he blushes slightly, looking a bit embarrassed. I smile, now understanding why he found it amusing in the first place.

"I think about it all the time, Juls," my heart races, and he chuckles.

The waiter approaches our table, bringing us each a glass of water. "Hello, my name is Jacob, and I'll be your server today. Do you know what you'd like to start with?" He asks, and I glance up from the menu to find him looking right at me. I clear my throat quietly, puzzled by all the attention.

"I'll have some coffee, please," I respond, then look over at Kent, who's waiting for Jacob to face him to place his order. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you also want to place your order before me?" I ask, and he smiles.

"Don't worry about it," he says. "It appears they've seated all the nice ones in my section today," he adds, causing my stomach to churn. I can't help but roll my eyes; is this guy blind? I'm on a date here. "What's your name? I didn't catch it."

Kent comes to my rescue, tapping his fingers on the table with a clenched jaw and a fierce look. "If you're finished, we'd like to place our order now."

Jacob looks baffled, but when he smiles at me, it seems to say, "Can you believe this guy?" I say yes because Kent's jealousy is quite apparent, even when random guys aren't flirting with me so pathetically.

We proceed to place our orders, but Jacob keeps flashing me that smile as if Kent isn't standing a foot away, hovering over him. I give Kent's hand a few reassuring squeezes as soon as Jacob finally departs.

"I'm sorry."

"Honey, that's not your fault," he reminds me. "That guy's just a jerk."

"Let's not let it get to us," I whisper, and he seems to calm down a bit as he nods.

We do our best to let it go, but Jacob just wouldn't give up. He continued to eye me and offer me free items, which infuriated Kent. I didn't understand why because no waiter had ever paid me this much attention before.

"Okay, here's your bill," Jacob says as he tosses it in Kent's direction. We wait for him to say more, but all he does is flash me a smile.

"We need the check," Kent calls out, and I take a deep breath. Jacob rolls his eyes and walks away. It's then that I notice the note at the bottom of the bill.

"Please let me know if you ever need this bill split ;) "

Kent almost snatches the piece of paper from my hand when he sees it. "This guy is just messing around," he mutters, sounding like he's ready for a confrontation. "No, Kent."

"This jerk can't hit on my girl anymore," he insists, and Jacob returns.

"Do you need anything else?" he asks, and he's taunting Kent. What's worse is that it's working.

"Don't share your notes," Kent responds with a sigh, "leave her alone, she's with me," and I can't help but smile. It would have been sweeter if he wasn't standing right next to Jacob, ready to confront him.

"Hey, what's going on here, guys?" I hear a woman in her forties ask.

"Is this your lousy employee?" Kent asks Jacob as he pushes him.

"Sir, there's no need to talk like that," she advises. "What exactly is the issue?"

"I came here for breakfast this morning, and this jerk can't stop with his smiles and notes," Kent explains, handing her the note.

"Well, what?" Jacob retorts, "How does he always get away with this?"

"So, that's my girlfriend, and I don't want you talking to her like that," Kent states assertively, and I'm about to pass out. I never thought I'd get Kent to admit how he feels, let alone use such a significant title with me.

I don't pay attention to anything else that happens. I know we got our meal for free, Jacob lost his job, and Kent was furious, but he held my hand all the way back to the car.

"Juls," he grumbles. "I have no idea why you're smiling; that couldn't have gone any worse."

"You called me your girlfriend," I quietly smile.

"What? Were you even in the same restaurant?" He looks puzzled and asks. I give him a happy nod, and his eyebrows shoot up. "That jerk was hitting on you straight up."

"But you were already there," I whisper as we approach his car. "You're such a territorial softy, and I don't care that our date was a disaster."

"Juls, this will be the last one for a while," he whispers back, and I just shrug, grab his hands, and hold them by our waists.

"I understand," I nod softly. "But we still have the rest of the day, and I'm so happy right now you wouldn't believe it."

"You're so odd," he laughs and shakes his head. "I can't imagine the worst date ever, and you're happy. I don't get you."

"Kent, I'm easily pleased. We went on a date, and you called me your girlfriend. We talked about how we want to proceed after the break," I remind him, and he smiles.

"How about I take you home, and we try it out?" he whispers, and my stomach flutters. He gives me a quick kiss and then opens the car door for me.

I can't say a word because I'm worried I'll either scream or make some weird noise that won't look good. He smirks at me and shuts the car door. I clear my throat and silently will my cheeks to stop turning red.

He drives us home, and try as I might, I can't fill the silence. Kent is the only person who ever makes me feel like I have nothing to say.

When we arrive home, he turns off the car, and I get out first, heading down to our apartment door. I figure it would be better if I'm the first one our roommates see. I peek into the main room, but no one's around.

"Hello?" I politely call out, but there's no answer. We knock on doors, but Mark's room seems like he left early based on how it's set up. Kyle is probably at the gym right now, as he usually is at this time.

Kent turns me around and presses his lips to mine, squeezing me so tight I can't breathe. "Which room do you want?"

"I don't care," I whisper, and he smiles. He picks me up and carries me down the hall to his room. I want to be close to him, so I put my arms around his shoulders. We hadn't had much sex, not as much as other couples, but with him, it was always easy and felt like home.

He tosses me onto his bed, and I can hardly breathe. A smile begins to spread across my face. We kick off our shoes and toss our jackets in the room. He then crawls back over me, making a beeline for my jeans.

He removes them, and I blink as I see him struggle to hold back a smile. I gasp as his hand slips down the front of my jeans and underwear. We were both still dressed, but he touched me in such an intimate way.

The moment his fingers make contact, I gasp and grip his wrist, urging him to continue.

"I can't believe you're mine," he whispers, and I moan along with him. "Say it."

"Mmm-hmm," I concur, and as he quickens the pace, I arch my back on his bed.

"Tell Julianna to say those words. Tell me you're mine," he breathes, and I moan, struggling not to scream.

"I'm yours," I utter softly. "I'm yours, I'm yours!" I gasp, and I feel my body tighten as waves of pleasure slowly wash over me in short bursts.

It happened swiftly but was incredibly enjoyable.

"More?" he asks, and I nod eagerly.

"Get out of your clothes," I mutter, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He chuckles and helps me remove it, then proceeds to undo his jeans.

So many times, I just couldn't believe we were doing this. That he desired me in this way and wanted to be with me.

He slides his fingers under the waistband of my pants and removes them, along with my underwear. As he pulls up my sweater and takes off my bra, my mind goes blank.

"My God," he takes a deep breath and reaches for a condom on his nightstand while doing so. "I need you, Juls."

"I need you too," I whisper. "Promise me we'll be like this after the break," I look into his eyes and plead, and he nods while tearing open the condom packet.

"Promise," he says firmly. "I swear on my life." As he rolls the condom on, I draw closer to him. "Give me your word that nothing will change."

"I promise," I whisper, running my fingernails along the back of his neck.

It may not be advisable to make such resolute promises during intimate moments, but Kent and I trusted each other. I knew he was sincere about his words, and I was as well.

Nothing could ever change the way I felt.