Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 99

Juls

Dear god, I feel guilty.

I feel like I'm always lying to people. I feel bad when I look at my roommates and don't say anything about Kent and me. I don't like how sneaky this is, and I think it's a lot too dangerous.

Since Kent burst into my room and told me the good news, things have been crazy. We can always run across the hall to each other quickly when we're alone. It's too easy to get into bed and not want to get out again. It's easy to lie about what time work starts so that Kent and I can spend an hour talking and hanging out in Kent's Jeep outside the pool. It shouldn't be this hard, and I shouldn't be so stressed out about it. But every time I see him, I get this feeling that takes over my whole body. I feel attraction and energy moving through the air, and then I always think about how exciting this is. I'm so lucky that he cares about me so much.

Even though it's selfish, I'm not ready to tell anyone else about this. I'm not ready for the crazy drama that's about to happen. I don't want anyone to mess this up for us because I know that Kent runs away from trouble.

Our week has been amazing, but it has also been short and very stressful. We always look over our shoulders and check the time. I just want to rip off the bandage, but I told him I couldn't do that until my last exam was over. After that, I'd be able to deal with this properly.

I had just finished studying like crazy. I had a lot on my mind, my heart was at war, and I was too stressed out to relax. I was just glad that my last test was tomorrow.

I get up from my desk because I'm too tired to think or feel anything else. I'm so tired I can't even believe it, and I just want to cry. Tomorrow, I'll be free to do what I want. Everything will end tomorrow.

I turn off the light on my desk, set the alarm on my watch, and drag myself to bed. It was comfortable, but I couldn't relax because I was thinking about too many things. Even though my grades started out high, I was worried that if they dropped too low, I could be kicked out of the honors program.

I was thinking about my job, my grades, my test, Kent, my parents, and how much I missed them.

After what feels like twenty minutes of tossing and turning, I get out of bed with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I usually went to my mom when I felt this way, because she always knew how to help me. But she wasn't here, so I went to the next safest place I could think of.

I open the door to the hallway and close it very quietly so no one will think I'm not in bed. When I open it, the smell of his body wash hits me right away. This place always smells so good. It smells like him.

I close his door and tiptoe quietly to his bed, where I find him snoring softly in the middle. He was only wearing his boxers, which showed off his chest and abs. I could only see his top half because a sheet covered the rest of his lower half.

I take a deep breath, worried about how he'll react. I didn't want to look like I was in need or like I was a mess. I didn't want him to feel bad, either. I put my hand on his arm, and he shakes his head. His eyes close, and I see them open again. At first, he seems confused or even upset, but as soon as he sees me, he jumps out of bed.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I shake my head when he asks.

"I'm not sure." I whisper, and my eyes start to hurt. He sits up straight and swings his legs over the side of the bed.

He grabs my hands and rubs circles of comfort on the backs of them with his thumbs. He looks exhausted, but he's making an effort to be kind and supportive. "Tell me about it, and I'll listen." He sighs, and I purse my lips.

"I'm just feeling sad and tired." He pulls me closer as I whisper. I stand between his legs, and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. He embraces me and places his arms around my waist.

"Tomorrow is the last one, baby. You'll do great." He sighs, and my nose runs. "Almost done."

"I know." I whisper, and he gently runs his hands up and down my back. "My mind is racing, and I'm too fatigued to think clearly."

He nods and tightens his embrace, and I don't mind that I can't hear what he's saying. Right now, I need him. I'm not usually this stressed during exams; I can usually handle my own problems. But Kent has changed the way I feel and think about things. He's always there, and it's making me feel sadder than usual.

"Don't apologize for waking me up." I mumble. "We've been trying to respect each other's space at night."

"No need to feel sorry." He pulls back, cups my face, and whispers. "Would you like to lie down here for a while? We don't have to talk, I'll just be here, whatever you need." I nod eagerly, and he wipes away my tears with his thumbs.

He moves his hands to my zip-up and slowly unzips it. Then, he takes off my shirt, letting it fall to the ground. As his hands travel down my sides to my stomach, and his thumbs caress the area above my sleep shorts, I feel a lump in my throat growing.

He carefully removes my sleep shorts, and I eagerly step out of them. I just don't have the energy for all this right now. He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, and the moment it's off, my body sighs with relief.

He's trying to be mature and help me prepare for bed, but I can tell it's hard for him not to think about our underwear. Yet, he leans in and plants a sweet kiss on my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. He quickly smiles.

He picks up his T-shirt from the floor and drapes it over my head. It drapes down my body and stops just past my rear.

"There, better?" He asks, and I nod, offering a weak smile. He smiles back, pulls me into bed, situates my back against his chest, and envelops me with his warmth. He pulls the blankets up, and I let out a contented sigh, finally feeling snug after a long while.

I had never been a cuddler and didn't enjoy being hugged, touched, or overheated during sleep. It wasn't something I had experienced in past relationships. However, with him, it felt wonderful, making me feel secure and happy.

"I know you hate feeling so distant, Juls." He sighs and gives me a squeeze. "I know you struggle when you're anxious or stressed, and I'm sorry you're feeling this way."

"You're not to blame." I take his hand and kiss the back of it as I whisper. "We're trying, and all I want is for you to be here when I need you."

"I'm glad to be with you here." He replies in a whisper, sending shivers down my spine.

"Tomorrow will be better, as I can try to forget about school and take a long nap." He chuckles softly, and I smile in return. Being with him makes me feel much better. Thank you, Kent. I speak quietly, and he nods.

"Anytime, Juls. I enjoy having you here." He sighs and plants a kiss on my shoulder. "One day, we'll have it all."

"One day." I say it again: I suddenly feel exhausted.