Destiny
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When I opened the door, I wasn't expecting Sean to be on the other side. I knew he was coming over but with the charity event just around the corner, our little study session completely slipped my mind.
"Shocked to see me?" He asks, as his lips twitch upwards.
He gave off a pleasant aroma, it was subtle. Almost intoxicating. His hair came up to be a little damp but the sun did wonders for it. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged every inch of his muscular frame, along with some casual grey sweatpants. To top it all off he wore a pair of white air forces.
"I just— forgot," was all I could say. I was honest. "Your little friend sounds hungry," I point to his stomach with my eyes.
"Maybe a little," he shrugs.
Liar.
I waved as my mom's car disappeared behind the iron gates, before inviting Sean inside and leading him into the kitchen. I could hear his stomach growling from a mile away.
Funny.