Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 133

I wake up with Kent's arms still wrapped around me. I'm sweating from his body practically lying on top of mine all night long, but I wouldn't want it any other way. I don't want him to feel as emotional as he does, but having him close is always special. Being able to be there for him is incredibly important to me because he's always there for me.

I don't move a muscle. I try not to even breathe the wrong way so I don't disturb him. I just smile at this boy. He puts up such a hard front, like he's tough and everything doesn't faze him, when he's really a sweetheart with a heart of gold.

I grab my phone off the nightstand and scroll through some messages and my Instagram feed. He's dead asleep. I'm sure after keeping all of that in for years, letting it out must feel like a relief.

I lay with him for nearly half an hour when I feel him stir slightly. We didn't talk more last night after he shared all of that. We just fell asleep, and he went before me. He wakes up after a moment, and I put my phone away. His bright green eyes meet mine, and I smile a bit.

"Hey!" I whisper, and he gives me a weak smile.

"Hi, sweetheart," he whispers back, kissing my stomach and immediately scooting up beside me. He wraps me up into a hug, and I gladly cuddle in with him, hugging him tightly to let him know I care. It's silent for a long time when he finally breaks it. "Did I lay on you all night?" He asks, and I smile.

"I think so," I chuckle. "Don't worry, it didn't bother me."

"Ah, so that explains the crick in my neck," he sighs. "Other than that, you were pretty comfy, nine out of ten." I genuinely laugh at that, and he grins, kissing my forehead.

I knew that he wouldn't want to be coddled about this. He hated people feeling bad for him, and he didn't like me constantly asking him if he was okay. I understood that frustration. I hated it too.

"What could I do to make it a ten out of ten?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"More cushion," he replies easily. "Next time, I'll sleep on your boobs." I feel my cheeks flush, and he chuckles, pulling me closer.

"Real smooth," I scoff, rolling my eyes, and he laughs. "Please don't, that would hurt," I mumble, and he rolls his eyes.

"Fine," he whispers. "Only because I like you, though."

"I should hope so," I tease, and he grins, pressing his lips to mine.

We didn't get a lot of easy mornings in bed. Most of the time we'd stay in one of our beds together, but one of us would eventually get up to our second alarm that hardly disturbs the other one. We live together, but yet, sometimes the first I hear from him is his good morning text.

"I've got plans for this morning," he whispers.

"Like what?"

"A shower, then breakfast, then I was thinking a trip into town," he whispers, hands gliding down my sides, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"What do we need in town?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"I just want to get out of here for a while," he shrugs, and I nod, trying not to linger on why that probably was. "I want to bring you with me."

"Okay," I whisper easily, and he smiles.

"Now let's get in the shower," he tells me, rolling away and standing up out of bed. I laugh, getting up and crawling to the edge of the bed, and he picks me up easily. I laugh loudly; it always surprises me that he can do that without any trouble.

After our shower, I feel better, and he looks much better. Showers make you feel new. They get rid of the grunge and bad; they clear my head and relax me a lot, which seems to be the case for him too.

He decides we should get breakfast out instead and brings me to the garage. I nearly pass out when he turns on the lights, and he laughs at my reaction.

"Your family doesn't own all of these," I gape, and he shrugs.

"Yeah, we do," he answers, going to the lockbox on the wall and getting out a set of keys, locking it up again. There are two SUVs, three sports cars, and a sleek white Audi. This is unbelievable.

"Which one are we taking?" I ask, and he laughs.

"The only one I'm allowed to drive," he chuckles, leading me to a sleek black sports car. It's really nice, even nicer than the custom Jeep he drives at school.

"What is it? Like the make?" I ask as he pushes the button on his keys to unlock it.

"It's a Saab," he explains calmly. "Safest car they make."

"Who's 'they'?" I ask, opening the door, and I gape at the interior. It's definitely nice.

"Just car brands in general," he says, shrugging at my question. "Now hop in, let me take you out," he instructs, and I laugh, closing the door.

By the time we get to a main street full of shops and tourist places, I feel like I've gotten there in a space ship. It's the nicest car I've ever seen, let alone been in. It's smooth and doesn't make a sound as it drives. It's a dream car for sure.

He parks it at a meter, and I go through my purse for change. Mister Amex doesn't carry any, apparently. Meanwhile, change is what buys me a cup of coffee on a normal day.

Breakfast is simple, just a bagel and coffee for each of us at a little café on the main drag. He's being so touchy today, so attentive. I know he's nervous about everything he told me yesterday, not just because it was a lot for him, but because he's worried about how I'm handling it.

We did a bit of window shopping, and everything I touched Kent seemed to try to buy for me, which I adamantly refused.

"Just let me buy you one thing. I want to because I love you," he protested hard at a local store. It had a bunch of different things, jewelry, books, teacups, you name it. I had my eyes on a tea set for one second too long, and he was immediately on me.

"We can't take this home, you idiot; we're flying," I answered tactlessly, and he sighed. "I don't want anything; you can look at things without buying them, you know."

"I know," he grumbled, and I leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"You're so grumpy; I don't need something stupid," I mumble, and he smirks, letting me look on my own for a while.

I look at the jewelry for a while, finding a necklace I particularly liked. It was just a fine chain with a small heart on the end, a solid one made of the same metal as the chain. It was precious.

I'm almost surprised when he's not breathing down my neck about buying it, but he leaves me be, flipping through a book instead.

It's an interesting little store. I start looking at the CD racks when I pull away, knowing we've spent too long in here.

"You sure there's nothing you wanted?" He asks, and my mind briefly lingers on the necklace, but I shake my head.

"No, I'm okay," I assure him, and he shrugs, looping his arm around my shoulders.

We walk along for a little while, and then he sighs, checking his watch. "We should get back; we're supposed to sit for lunch at one," he mumbles, kissing my temple, and I nod, joining him on the walk back to the car.

I really didn't want to meet them anymore; once felt like more than enough, but I had to suck it up. If one of them brings up the idea of us getting married, I'm going to snap.

We go back to his parents' house, and the two of us quietly go back inside, back to his room, and start getting dressed. I'm tempted to wear sweatpants and my Brown University t-shirt, but I can't do that. Take the high road, Juls.

It's so hard to do, though, when I think about a seventeen-year-old boy keeping his family together. When I think about him trying to enjoy senior year, but being so broken by real-world things. I think about his parents never caring about either of them enough, and my blood boils. I'd never have kids because I thought I should or for the sake of an image. You should only have kids if you're prepared to love them and raise them.

"What's going on over there?" Kent chuckles, unzipping the garment bag that holds his suit. "That's a lot of huffing and puffing just to find a dress in your suitcase."

"I'm fine," I mumble, and he nods quietly.

"Regret coming yet?" He asks, and I shrug.

"I don't regret it; I just... wish I was never nice to them," I whisper, and he laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"It's the way it is," he reminds me, and I nod. "The way I try to get back at them is taking the high road; you should do the same."

I sigh, knowing he's right, and I pull out my black dress. It had a high neckline but an open back. I thought it struck just the right note of 'snobby family' to impress them. I got it from a thrift store a long time ago, and I was going to break it in today.

I carefully put it on, minding the simple but effective makeup I'd applied. I zip up my dress on the side and carefully pull my hair into a low bun, pinning some pieces back to frame it. I sit down on the bed and do up my heels, and when I look up, breaking my concentration, he's there, smiling at me.

"What?" I ask, and he grins.

"You look amazing," he whispers, and I pout out my bottom lip, feeling touched.

"Thanks," I answer, standing up from the bed and joining a well-dressed Kent by the full-length mirror by his closet. "You look nice too."

I look at the two of us in his mirror; months ago, I stood here when I'd only just found out he had feelings for me. Now we were in love, and he was my boyfriend. It felt full-circle.

"Get your phone," he instructs, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why?"

"So we can take a picture," he answers quietly, and I feel chills run up my spine. Kent hated having his picture taken; I never managed to take one with him because of some lame excuse. Now that we're almost two months into our official dating that our friends know about... it felt like a good time.

I grab it, and he grabs my waist, pulling me close for it. In one picture, I lean in and press my lips to his cheek. In the next, he leans in for a full kiss, which makes me flush. I took a few while my brain was fuzzy, too, which made him laugh.

Then I put my phone down, letting him lead the way down to the dining room. I'd rather die than go do this after what I learned last night, but I'll do it for him. Hell, I'll also do it for Cali.

We walk into the formal space, seeing it's been laid out with insanely nice dishes and cutlery. It's set for five, so I guess Cali's joining us, which should make this interesting.

"Hi!" I hear a bright voice say, and Cali enters the dining room from the opposite doorway. I try to put on a brave smile to greet her.

She's stunning, just like I figured. Hair done in voluminous waves and a maroon dress that looks fantastic on her. I'm once again jealous.

"Hey, Cal," Kent says, sounding much more relaxed than I felt. I try to keep up my smile, even though it doesn't feel real. She probably hates being thought of as a victim and weak if she's anything like Kent.

"Juls, you look incredible," she beams, and I smile a bit more authentically as she takes my hands. "Have either of you heard what we're eating?"

"No, I'm sure mom and dad chose," Kent shrugs, and she nods, clearing her throat.

"Then we'll be eating for a while, no doubt," she says, sounding slightly nervous, and my heart goes out to her. She probably keeps her parents at arm's length because she doesn't want them involved in her life ever again. "Hopefully the dessert is good."

We all nod, and Kent gestures for the three of us to sit down. He pulls out my chair for me, and I smile at his kindness as he leans in to kiss my cheek. His sister looks amazed and extremely excited, which makes my cheeks burn.

"So, tell me your story. Where did you meet? When did you start dating?" She asks brightly, folding her hands, and I press my lips together.

"Juls moved into my apartment this year; we shared a mutual friend, and she needed a place to live. When Carlo left, she moved in," Kent explains easily, and I nod.

"Did you like her when she moved in?" She asks, looking excited, like we were all fifteen years old, and Kent was going to ask me to homecoming.

"Sure, yeah," he says, covering it with a bit of throat clearing, and I roll my eyes. He doesn't have to be good about sharing his feelings with others if he's good at sharing them with me. "I thought she was pretty and nice."

"Pretty and nice?" I tease, and he nudges my knee with his own under the table. "Took us a while; we just lived together for a few months before Kent finally told me he liked me."

"You tell this story like I'm a loser who was obsessed with you for months," he mutters, and I raise my eyebrows, silently telling him 'you were,' which makes him chuckle. "We've been together for a while."

"I still can't believe you're dating," Cali says with a grin. "You've never dated before now."

"That's because Juls is the only girl I've met who's been worth it," he answers in a confident tone, and I feel goosebumps pop up on my arms. The tone in the room changes dramatically when we hear footsteps coming down the hall. Kent and Cali stand instantly, and I follow suit, feeling thrown out of my depths instantly.