When I finally got back to my room, I was exhausted. I just want to lay down and forget this horrible day ever happened. Vega is waiting for me in my room. I still need to find out how this girl keeps getting into my room with my key.

I suspect she has a copy of a key from when Dariyah used to stay in here.

She won't tell me her secrets though.

"I brought dinner to you, figured you'd want to stay in tonight." She says holding a bag of food.

"Thank you," I pout and walk over to her. "Right as usual." I peck her on the lips.

She smiles at me.

"How'd everything go?" she asks as I pull out my food.

"Please don't ask, I just... want a break from all that right now," I say.

"Okay, well lucky for you I'm the best girlfriend in the world. Ta-da." She pulls out some blue roses and hands them to me.

I grab them.

"Like? I thought it might make you feel better." She says.

"It's perfect," I smell them.

"And, I got you this!" she moves the blankets off my bed to reveal a small tv.

"Vega!"

"Relax, it was on sale, and I have money to blow. So I don't mind."

"Thank you," I pull her into my arms.

"Anytime," she smiles at me.

I kiss her then, a really long and hard type of kiss. She melts into me. When we pull apart we linger close to each other, our noses still touching.

Sometimes Vega gets these looks, like she's worried about something, or scared, or just thinking too deeply. It usually happens after we kiss. I've been trying to decipher what it means for weeks. It's a mystery to me. I don't want to say anything and make it awkward, but I can tell something is bothering her.

After the looks she always holds me a little bit closer, a little bit tighter.

"I really just need you right now, no one else. Just you, and me, in our own little bubble away from everything. Can you do that?" I ask.

"Yes, god yes. I really just need that too." She admits.

I kiss her again.

She pulls away slowly, softly.

"You need to eat," she whispers against my lips.

"I just want you," I pout.

"Food first, cuddles later. Plus, I have to set up your new tv."

"You spoil me," I smile.

"Yeah, I do." She giggles.

"Makes me feel bad for not spoiling you," I say.

"Your kisses are all the spoiling I need." She pecks me on the lips again.

I pull her closer and close the gap between us, kissing her passionately. Causing her breath to hitch in her throat. I love when I get that reaction out of her. I love the way her body feels against mine, I love how warm her skin is. I love the taste and feel of her lips. I love the smell of her skin. I love how soft and beautiful her hair is. I love her deep and mysterious blue eyes. I love her and with each passing day, it's starting to become clearer and clearer why.

I push her down on the bed, moving the tv box over. She wraps her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. I slip my tongue into her mouth, a feeling that always causes a tickle to run down my spine. She breaks for air and I kiss her gorgeous neckline, all the way up to her ear.

She moans softly.

A sound that nearly makes my heart stop beating.

I look into her eyes then and she looks into mine.

"Is that enough spoiling, or should keep going?" I tease.

I see her cheeks turn red.

I love when I can make her all flustered.

Especially because she can do it to me so easily, and I like getting her back. She never sees it coming either.

"Speechless? Well, guess I need to keep going." I say.

She gasps as I kiss my way down her neck to her collar bone. Her chest rising and falling dramatically with her breathing. I kiss my way back up to her lips and she quickly reciprocates. I feel her hands snake up my shirt, holding onto my sides.

I get goosebumps.

We break for air once more.

"It will never be enough, I will always want more," she finally answers me.

"Good," I kiss her other ear. "because I have more to give."

She moans softly.

I start to unbutton her shirt, one button at a time, kissing my way down her chest.

"Nuh-uh uh," she pulls me up, stopping me from taking her shirt off. "No getting to dessert before dinner." She says.

I pout.

She giggles and pecks me on the lips before sitting up.

"You're no fun," I sigh.

"Oh, I'm more fun than your little virgin mind can handle." She teases.

But those words bring me back to different words I've heard earlier today. That Vega has dated plenty of girls before me. I get a sour taste in my mouth.

"Fine, you're probably right." I relent and get up to go eat.

I don't want to say anything and ruin the mood.

She giggles.

I sit down on the floor and open up my salad while she fixes her shirt and starts setting up the tv.

Sometimes I feel like I know Vega like the back of my hand. Other times she feels like a complete stranger to me. I think because she's so mysterious my mind can't help but be infatuated with her. Like I have to figure her out, on my own, with no help. It's like a little mission I have given myself.

Sooner or later I will get to the bottom of Vega, whether she wants me to or not. But I suspect there won't be any protest coming from her.

Somehow, without me even telling her, she got my order down to a T. My food is exactly what I like, exactly the way I like it. And I don't even remember ordering this in front of her before.

It's little things like this that creep me out.

Like how we know each other, without actually ever telling each other anything about ourselves. How is that possible? If I think about it too hard, my head starts to hurt and I feel all weird inside.

"Here good?" she asks as she picks a spot for the tv.

"That's perfect," I say.

And it is, right in view of the bed, that way I can just lay down and relax and watch tv.

The dorms are equipped with free wifi and cable. They have to be or I am sure the students here would riot. I mean how can anyone do homework without some wifi?

"What did you eat for dinner?" I ask just to break the silence in the room.

"I," she pulls the tv out of the box. "Had a fruit salad. With lots and lots of apples." She puts it on the bookshelf.

"You like apples?"

"Yes, especially the green ones. I like them with caramel or plain, or with chocolate or peanut butter. I'm an apple freak." She giggles.

"Candy apples?"

"Love."

"I broke my tooth once trying to eat a candy apple. I had to go to the dentist afterward. They pulled it out, and it resulted in me getting braces for most of my childhood after the dentist convinced my mom I had jacked-up teeth. Which they weren't even that crooked I swear." I defend myself.

She laughs.

"I got them off when I turned 15." I finish my story.

"Dariyah had braces growing up. Not me, I was born with perfect teeth." She batts her lashes at me.

"Well not everyone can be as perfect as you," I throw a napkin at her.

"A shame really." She teases.

"So would you say apples are your favorite fruit?" I ask.

"I sure would, and you?" she plugs the tv in and grabs the remote.

"Guess." I challenge.

It's a game I made to see how much she can get right about me without me having to tell her. She 10-0 right now. Hasn't gotten a single guess wrong so far. Which is freaky. I think she likes my little game; she always gets a cocky look on her face when she sees how surprised I am every time she guesses it right.

"Well, you don't look like the kind of kid who ate a lot of fruits and veggies growing up."

"What kind of kid do I look like?" I challenge.

"Definitely a soda and chips kind of girl."

"Right again." I sigh.

"Which leads me to assume your favorite fruit is a grape." She concludes.

"This is so weird; how do you keep getting it right!?" I complain.

She laughs.

"Okay, what color grape." I challenge.

"Red, duh."

I sigh.

She's too good at this.

"I give up, you somehow know everything about me," I say.

"Not everything."

"Like what? I bet you do know."

"What kind of music do you like?" she asks as she programs the tv.

"Guess."

"Divorced parents, so I'm guessing your music taste is very vast and unique. But I can't tell if you're a country music girl or sad 90's music."

"This is scary, you scare me."

"Really?" she says, surprised by her own rightness.

"Very, very, close to hitting it on the nail," I say.

"Okay, Dad is a country-rock kind of guy. Mom is stuck in the '90s, but occasionally will mix it up and listen to current music." She concludes.

"Yep."

"And you, like both styles, but prefer the current stuff, but listening to 90's rock is your guilty pleasure."

"I officially give up. You are freakishly good at guessing. Are you reading my mind?" I challenge.

"I wish," she laughs.

"What was I for Halloween when I was ten?" I challenge.

"How would I know?" she laughs.

"I bet you do."

"I don't know, uh fairy?"

"Stop it!" I pout.

"Really?" she laughs.

"Okay, what about when I was 13."

"I'm done guessing," she chuckles.

I pout.

"Ask me a hard one then," she says when she sees how disappointed I am.

"Okay, if you know this, I officially declare you are secretly reading my mind. Which bone in my body have I broken before?"

"Hmm," she ponders for a second as she mutes the tv once it finally comes on to the proper channels.

I dig into my salad waiting for her answer.

"Okay, I have narrowed it down to two."

"Proceed."

"Option one, your leg. Your left leg to be exact. Option two, and this is a wild one, but I have a hunch. Your pinky."

"Which one do you think, only pick one."

"Am I close?"

I pretend to zip my mouth shut.

"Okay, pinky final answer."

"Shut up! Stop! Mindreader!"

She laughs so hard she tears up.

"It's not funny," I swat her with a pillow.

"How did you break your pinky?"

"Why did you guess pinky?" I ask.

"I notice when you grab a book or close your fist, your pinky takes a moment to react. Longer than your other finger." She says.

"Really?" I look at my hand and test it out.

"Now tell me how you broke it." She says.

"It was my stupid brother's fault. We were playing tag and he slammed the door on my hand to try and get away from me. It was an accident, but I broke my pinky." I curl the pinky in and out.

"I've never broken a bone. Dariyah on the other hand..."

"I bet she's broken lots of bones." I snort in amusement.

"You have no idea." Vega sighs.

"You're reading my mind, you can't convince me otherwise." I go back to eating.

She laughs and crawls over to me before pulling me into her arms.

"Mind reading is totally cheating by the way." I point out.

"If I was reading your mind, you would know."

"How so?"

"Well, first off, I'd have to cast the mind-reading spell. Which is actually fairly complicated. Second, I'd need you to stay perfectly still while I made the mind link. Then you'd feel this buzzing in your head like when I mic gets too close to a speaker. You'd have a killer headache, and you wouldn't be able to focus on anything because I'd be shuffling through your thoughts and memories, causing you to get confused and disoriented. It's a whole thing." She says.

"Okay... good to know... sort of."

She giggles.

I eat in silence for a moment while she plays with my ginger hair.

"Have I told you how much I think you are amazingly beautiful and pretty?"

"No."

"Well, I do. When I see you, like this, just up close and I am able to take in all the details of your face, I get winded. You are so beautiful." She kisses the back of my neck.

I feel myself blush.

She grabs one of the roses she brought and breaks off the bud before sticking it into my hair next to my ear.

"You are my soul mate Emery, I don't know how or why, but we are connected. That's how I know everything about you." She says.

"You believe in such a thing, soul mates?" I ask.

"I didn't until I met you." She whispers.

That makes my heart skip a beat.

She grabs my free hand and interlocks our fingers.

I just melt into her embrace, letting her hold me in our little perfect, secluded bubble of paradise.