"So, that", she replied, almost coldly. "You get used to it when you are a girl. Mostly from freshmen. Didn't bother me"

        " Trust me, I just heard you are not a freshman. I think it was insulting to think of you as a first-year "

        "The lecturer must have messed with my CAT marks and I don't like to have the bad grades reflected on my sheet, you know"

        She's worried about bad grades from one exam she did have thirty percent covered. She can easily get something presentable from the rest, even without studying. 

        She must be some nerd. Again, I should have seen it from the huge transparent glasses, mature posture, and her whole being. She just screamed, hot nerd.

        "Are you okay?", She asked as I coughed. Am I okay, of course not. How could I be when I have already entangled my life with girls prettier, more advanced, and of higher classes than me?

        "Fine, didn't anticipate it"

        "Why?"

        "I mean now I see, you seemed way too cool for a first year, plus the way you do things."

        "Don't bother showering me with that crap, I know you don't mean it. "

        "I do"

        "Let's not argue, I'm way too cool for that_ if I might quote you", She said, appearing with two coffees in her hands.

        I stared at B as she tiptoed to the table and placed the bigger mug on the table. How did she know I like big mugs? 

        "I have seen you, you like coffee I guess", She sat down on the single seat facing the kitchen. She tried to sip the coffee but it was too hot. She narrowed her eyebrows and inhaled the hot fumes from the cup. 

        She noticed me staring. "I kinda am afraid of heat", she remarked placing the cup down 

        "As well", I said. 

        There was a ghost of a smile on her lips which faded instantly. But, I went on to stare at her as I held the hot cup. Eyes, neck, hair, and bust at times. I just couldn't resist.

        She hardly bothered looking at me. I could sense she knew what I was up to as she grabbed the remote control and pressed play.

        The music resumed a nice song.

        She navigated the Spotify homepage. I hardly looked at what else she was doing with eyes only for her.

        She put the remote control down after some time and looked at me. I did look away hastily and almost spilled the hot beverage on myself. 

        She laughed.

        I knitted my eyebrows with awe. I wasn't sure what was so funny, it should have annoyed her. Yet, she went on laughing showing perfect teeth again and dimples. I had missed those from our time together.

        "What?", I asked, trying to be confident. She seemed unbent by my ignorance.

        "Nothing", She replied. Did she just lie? She had introduced herself as straightforward. Guess rules can be broken if you are the one setting them. 

        It lasted.

        Adored her smile, teeth, face...I was ready to say the words and put the rock on her. She recovered, continuing, "I always see you staring at me, more than most people do. 

        At times I think it is because I am always near you, but I think otherwise. I feel like you see me with more than curiosity about my style.

        Like, you want to know the whole of me. 

        I am a mystery to you, in a bad way, aren't I? 

        You are not like them, you do care what I am like, with and without clothes. I make you hard, right? 

        (She stared right into my eyes ) 

        You do look at my lips like you want to kiss them. Like they are the best you have ever seen. 

        The way you stare at my face and my whole body is like I am a mystery you can't wait to solve. 

        You know what, I think you have bad thoughts when looking at me, always had them. 

        I make you wanna make love to me.

        Do you wanna make love to me?", She asked at last.

        I was taken by her words, how she said it all without a glimpse of fear, irritation, or hard feelings. She meant every word, and she was right.

        The way her eyes lit up during the conversation made my Soul melt. Who did I mess with? 

        I was feeling; shocked, embarrassed, evil, and uneasy like I'm a sexual predator. But, my body has a mind of its own, and it wanted her, right there on the couch.

        While my heart raced, I was smelling liberation. 

        I repeated the mantra, go big or go home. 

        She already knows. What's there to hide anymore? "Hard to admit, but true. 

        Aren't you annoyed?", I asked sheepishly.

        She stared right at me. Her eyes became darker but more bright. I could feel my heart about to escape from its cage when she breathed,

        "You want to make love to me. Here's your chance, do you wanna make love to me, Noah?"

To Be Continued...