Chapter 7 Dreaming Of Only You

I didn't bother going back to my dorm that night so I sat on a park bench for the time being.

I sighed for the fifteenth time.

I was disgusted....with myself.

I liked it!

Damit.

Resting my head and the back of the bench, I can still smell him.

His scent was all over me.

And I liked that too.

Gosh, his lips were so... soft.

And the way they moved...

"Quensilla."

"Leave me alone." I roll my eyes.

He sits next to me and I move away. He moves closer, and I move again and we continue until...

I was about to fall off the bench. He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.

"Theodore," I warn.

"Hey. I'm just saving you." He mutters. "And I want to apologize for my...disgusting behavior earlier."

"Nice to know," I say sarcastically.

"I'm serious. I am sorry. I-I don't know what got into me."

"Right."

"You see what you do? You keep pushing people! Stop. Pushing. Me." He warns.

"Screw you." I spit, getting up and stomping off.

And of course, he follows.