Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 121

Life is so good right now; I feel like I'm cheating at it somehow.

I've been sleeping in the same bed as Kent for three days now, whether it's his room or my room, I couldn't care less, I just get him. No more dorm bed and sleepless tossing because I forgot to call, just him and me.

This morning, we're in mine, my schedule's changed this term, and I only have four courses to keep track of to give me time for my honors. On Fridays, I have no classes, and today is my first glorious Friday of the new term with Kent beside me.

He's tangled in my bedsheets, sprawled out like he's sleeping in my bed alone. I usually sleep in a ball anyway so it works out, yet another thing that couldn't be more different between us but that works anyway.

His hair's getting long, so long that it hangs down in his eyes. He's got such nice eyelashes too; they fan over his cheeks while he sleeps.

The other thing I've really gotten used to is his snoring. It's not loud but it's noticeable, sometimes it's like white noise, even in, even out. Over and over again.

I lean over and press my lips to his cheek, and his eyelids scrunch up. He smirks a bit and stretches, arm reaching out and yanking me to roll into his chest.

"Morning baby," he whispers, still half-asleep.

"Morning," I answer quietly, and he runs a lazy hand through my hair. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," he mumbles. "You?"

"Better than I have been; you're a sleep-twitcher. Did you know that?" I ask, and a lazy smile spreads across his face. "You're also a snorer—"

"And you're practically a furnace; I throw the blankets off every night," he shrugs. "But I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Right answer," I whisper, and he chuckles. "What time's your class today?"

"One o'clock, but it's my only one," he whispers, pressing his lips carefully to my forehead. "You working today?"

"Just school work, but I'll just do it here while you're all out. I don't have too much to do," I whisper, and he grins.

"I'd suggest a date tonight, but I think the group wants to go somewhere," he sighs, shaking his head.

"Well, that should be interesting; we haven't done that in months," I mumble. The last time our whole group went out, I met Dane, Chase kissed me, and Kent and I got into a fight. I've sworn off it ever since. "I don't know if I'll go."

"That's fine if not; we can stay here if you want or we could go somewhere just the two of us," he suggests, and I perk up, rolling over him, bracing my forearms on his chest.

"The Piper thing is handled right? The video's dead, and... oh who cares, I've got so much under my undergrad belt that I don't even care if it's not."

"It is, for the record."

"Then let's... go. But together, tell everyone else who needs to know all at once, Chase, Piper, the clones, everyone."

"Hmm, is this evil Juls I'm seeing?"

"Close, it's I-don't-care-Juls, probably much rarer actually," I tease, and he laughs.

"I'll say, as I've recently discovered you only like the toilet paper on the roll one way," he grumbles, and I roll my eyes.

"It makes sense to have it face you, not the other way around."

"You're lucky I put it on the roll to begin with," he retorts, and I sigh, rolling my eyes. "Anyway, if that's the way you want to do it... that's okay with me," he tells me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"It's toilet paper; I could probably compromise."

"I mean about telling people," he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Oh! Well... is that okay with you?" I ask, and he nods.

"I don't give a shit, I just can't wait until we do. That's the last thing in our way, and then we'll be out in the world, you and me."

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to meet up much on campus; I've actually stopped caring a lot about people seeing us and everything I've just... been busy," I admit, and he laughs.

"That's cool; I know you've got shit to do."

"What if... I met you after your one o'clock, and then we went to the Starbucks on campus for a coffee?"

"I'd really like that, as long as you're buying, of course," he teases, and I roll my eyes, shoving his shoulder. "I'm kidding, even though you always amaze me with the way that you turn one drink so expensive every time."

"It's a skill, one you could stand to work on."

"Hey, I like black coffee," he warns, and I laugh a bit. "Almost as much as I like you."

"Almost," I shrug, pressing my lips to his, and he chuckles, cupping the side of my face. It's a long kiss, as most of ours were in the morning, but what stopped their steaminess was knowing we had places to be.

Usually.

Kent's hands roam down my body, past my hips, and grab my butt, pulling one of my legs across his lap, bringing me closer.

"What time is it?" I whisper, and he lazily shoots a hand over to his phone, reading the time.

"Nine-twenty."

"Good," I breathe, and he laughs, dropping his phone back down and pulling me closer. Things couldn't get better than this.

He rolls me onto my back, and his hand traces down to the band of my underwear. Mouth on my shoulder, then my neck, then lower on my chest dancing around the collar of my t-shirt.

His hand slips into my underwear, and I gasp slightly as he slowly traces his fingers over me. In so many ways, Kent was a tough guy who was pushy and forceful. Except for a few key moments, and this was one, when he'd take his time and be so delicate.

"That good?" He asks, and I moan quietly.

"Yeah, it's nice," I whisper, and he grins against my cheek.