Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

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Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

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Blake

Nicole was basically inhaling the sausage croissant she decided to settle for. The entire menu was apparently calling her name as we were ordering. And although I offered to pay, she argued that she didn't wanna "owe" me anything if I did. That was just offensive.

What kind of man did she actually think I was?

I wondered if she saw me as a guy that all he wanted from the world was to climb on top of a girl and have my way with her. That whatever I did for them I needed sex in return. It felt awful thinking that that was the image I set out for the world to see me as.

This girl was setting me in my place without even trying, and I proved her right to an extent when that only made me want her more.

She was feisty, and determined to turn me down.

Unluckily for her though, I saw just how much she actually wanted me when she got drunk last night. Drunk words, sober thoughts; or however the saying went. She was all up on me like a clingy girlfriend. Sure, I didn't like clingy, but I liked the change. The switch from wanting nothing to do with me to making the first move.

If only I didn't have to push her away like I did.

My conscience remained clean, but my curiosity and desire only heightened. A desire I felt only she could satisfy at this point.

When I turned to look at her, she had one bite left of her sausage croissant, but she looked like she was close to puking it all back up. Her hand was over her mouth and her eyebrows were furrowed, her hand over the door handle, ready to open and run out if she needed to. I appreciated the fact that she was considering the clean interior of my car even as she felt sick.

With one swift look in my direction, she pushed the door open and ran into the building we were parked in front of. Chuckling, I stepped out of my car as well and locked it before following her inside. I watched as she ran in the direction one of the workers pointed her towards, waving at him while going after her.

We ended up inside a public restroom, and she wasted no time in bending over the toilet to throw up into the bowl. Her hair was all in her usual claw clip, but a few strands came loose and were hanging in front of her face. I stepped up to her and grabbed the pieces to keep them away from her vomit.

We were there for a solid ten minutes of her just bent over and me beside her before she gave me the thumbs up to let me know she was done. Straightening herself out, she let out a pained groan before making her way to the sink to rinse her mouth and wipe her face clean.

"Never let me drink that much ever again," she mumbled, looking at me through the mirror as she wiped a wet rag on her forehead.

I smiled at her. "Every single one of us that drunk say that more than once in our life. Trust me, no one can stop you once you've decided you want to get wasted."

"No, I actually mean it." She surprised me by coming over to me and dropping her forehead in my chest. "I never wanna feel like this again."

I didn't know if I was allowed to touch her, so I tested the waters by grabbing her shoulders. When she didn't shrug me off, I decided to rub her arms. She relaxed into me, giving me freedom to wrap my arms around her. Sighing, she pressed her whole front against me but kept her arms by her sides, breathing deeply when I started to play with her hair.

"I'm only allowing this because I genuinely feel so awful and I can't stand looking at this bright light." Her voice was a bit timid. "Once I leave this restroom I'm going back to avoiding you."

"I'm your ride."

She stayed quiet for a minute before shaking her head. "Okay, when we get back to our dorm I'll go back to ignoring you."

All I heard was her finally acknowledging the dorm as ours, and it made me smile harder than it should've. I wasn't gonna tell her that, though, 'cause I knew she'd take it back right away or come up with an excuse as to why she messed up. Maybe she would've blamed the hangover. I wasn't letting her.

"Are you good on the throw up?"

Her groan was soft. "Yeah I'm good. My stomach is empty now."

"Maybe I rushed eating a bit." I unclipped her hair to twist it back up again. "My bad."

"Now you have to buy me something else so I can eat it later."

I pulled away as I chuckled to watch her amused expression . "Oh I have to now?"

She nodded, leading me back out of the restroom. The same worker saw us come out together and raised a brow, but proceeded to look away as if he didn't see us at all. When I attempted to wrap an arm around Nicole's shoulders, she scoffed and pulled herself away.

"That was a vulnerable moment, don't touch me anymore."

I shrugged, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans. "Worth a shot."

• • •

"When is this headache gonna go away?"

I looked up from my phone to see Nicole shove her face back into her pillow. Her ass was in a pair of yoga pants and I nearly drooled when she kicked her feet and made it move. She was laying on her stomach knowing I always stared when I had the chance, so at this point I just took it as an invitation no matter how much she denied it. No girl I knew turned down the hype men gave. As long as it wasn't creepy at least.

I really hoped I wasn't being creepy.

Deciding to answer her question, I dropped my phone beside me on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. "The painkillers didn't help at all?"

"Mmm-no," she mumbled into her pillow, kicking her feet some more.

Knowing what was the result of that, I bounced my gaze back to her ass and just admired. Until she turned her head to look at me. I pretended I was looking out the window.

"I can feel your stare on my ass, idiot. Don't play dumb."

I smirked when I met her eyes. "Can you blame me when you're making it move like that in those sexy yoga pants?"

She looked back at her own ass she she proceeded to kick her legs against it, seeing for herself. When she saw the way it recoiled, she rolled her eyes and dropped her legs flat on the bed.

"These are my favorite type of pants to wear, please don't make me hate them."

"Don't worry about me, I am not complaining about them at all."

The way she rolled her eyes scared me for her. They went so far back I thought they'd get stuck. "I'm saying don't make me so uncomfortable that I never want to wear them again."

"Well are you uncomfortable?"

She took a moment to think about it. "Mm, not really. Besides the uncomfortable headache I don't feel anything."

"Then I can keep enjoying the view?"

Her middle finger was the next thing I saw before she turned her head the other way. "I'm not making it juggle for you anymore but go right ahead."

"Thank you for the permission, sweet cheeks."

"Not like you ever needed it. You do what you want anyway."

"Yeah, but now I won't feel weird about it."

Her laugh was loud and contagious as she flipped on her back, disappointing me in the process. I had just gotten permission to stare all I wanted, dammit.

"Do you ever actually feel weird when you stare?" Her attention was on me now. Feeling like it was my turn to show off, I rested my arms above my head, making my shirt lift to reveal my abs to her. Her eyes drifted downwards for a second before she scoffed and looked back up at my face. "So? Do you?"

I thought about it for a second, shrugging. "Not really, honestly. I just stare, I don't make unwanted advancements if they're not interested."

"I guess you're not too bad then." She hummed to herself. "I must say I thought I'd be really uncomfortable living here when I first got here. Sure you're a perv, but at least you're a bit respectful. I guess."

I reached a hand up my shirt and scratched my stomach, lifting my shirt even more. Nicole's eyes drifted down once again, so I slid my hand lower. Her eyes followed, lips parting.

My fingers grazed the edge of my pants, going just a bit lower so I could pull the end of my belt from the jean loops. With one hand, I undid my belt and froze when something that sounded like a whimper escaped her lips.

Horrified, she sat up to pull her blanket over herself, completely covering herself from head to toe.

"Goodnight!"

It wasn't even twelve p.m. yet.