Do you ever get the odd feeling that you are being watched? That someone is watching your every move? The state of someone's lingering eyes burning holes into your entire body? Well, that is exactly what I am feeling–what I have been feeling for the past two years now. Yes, two freaking years. Nicholas Brody is staring at me once again.

The overly creepy, nerdy white dude in most of my college classes, who just cannot seem to stop looking at me. I do not mind at all if someone so happens to glance my way; I mean I'm a fairly good looking and quite confident young lady. I'm a 22 year old African American woman, with beautiful dark chocolate skin, paired with wide hips and thick thighs. I used to hate my curves growing up, but now I have grown to love and embrace my figure very well. I am a beautiful black queen, just like my father says to me all the time.

How I look usually attracts attention from the opposite gender and some females as well, although Nicholas Brody just stares at me all of the time. Yes, even when there is a quiz, exam, class discussion, and a lecture going on, or even passing each other in the hallways. Through it all, he still finds it in him to gaze my way.

What makes his intense stares even creepier, is the way he does it, and how long he does for. He looks– gawks at me as if I'm something to eat; his eyes never once wandering around to look anywhere else. I do not know what his problem is, but it's starting to really freak me out. I cannot even concentrate on anything else, except for the odd feeling of his eyes staring at me. I guess I just have to continue to deal with it... or confront him about it. Which I don't want to do. What if he's like racist or something?

"Is everyone just about done with their quizzes? I would like to move on to the next activity I have in store for us." Professor Sharpton questions, as she begins walking around and collecting finished quizzes. "Crap." I whisper to myself, seeing how I was too busy worried about Nicholas staring at me to finish up my quiz.

I hurry up and begin to bubble in any answer on my scantron, still feeling his burning gaze on me. I slowly look up to see confusion written over his face, as I will myself to go back to bubbling in my answers. Did I mention he sits right next to me in each class we have coincidentally together? He does, and it never fails. I could change where I sit every single day, and he will find it in himself to get a desk right next to mine. I'm sure other students in our class thinks something is going on, yet there is nothing at all going on between us.

I am not sure why he has had almost the same exact classes as me for two whole years; it's just very weird. I spoke to my best friends about it, and one of them– Markesha, suggested maybe he likes me and wants to fuck me. Her words, not mine. But if he did, he would say it right? Or at least hinted on it, instead of being a darn creep about it. My other friend, Nizza suggested a clearer explanation, of him having the same major as me. I am a Nursing major, and it's required to take lots of classes pertaining to my future career goal. That made more sense, because that's all the classes he has with me.

All of sudden I am snapped out of my thoughts again, but this time by Nicholas. He stopped my bubbling, by gently placing his hand on top of my own in a halting manner. I look at him a bit nervously with wide eyes, before my scantron is taken away by him. He looks at me once with that same expression he does almost every day, before looking around the room... and finally beginning to erase and bubble in bubbles on the test sheet. I whisper no and try to stop him from doing my quiz, but he lightly moves me away with his elbow.

I stare at him in shock, not knowing what to say or do at him taking my test for me. It's not that I didn't know the material, because I definitely do. I study and read my required reading all of the time. It's just my mind went elsewhere today, and the time got on me. Within seconds, my quiz is placed swiftly and discreetly back on my desk, just as Professor Sharpton comes around to pick up the quizzes of the last two rows in class. Then just like that, Nicholas goes back to staring at me, while I stare straight forward still in shock. That was the first and only type of contact we have shared– apart from his staring– and he goes ahead to do my quiz for me.

"Now that I have collected all of your quizzes, I want us to do a pair activity. I know we all are used to working in groups of four or more, but I would like to cut it down to just pairs today. So with that being said, everyone find a partner and then we will go from there." Professor Sharpton gives the class instructions, quickly making the class move around.

I get up from my seat to find a partner for the activity, although I am stopped by Nicholas's hand once again. He lightly grabs my wrist, gently pulling me back down to my chair and looks at me a bit shyly. He loudly gulps as he continues to look at me, with his hand still holding my wrist. I look down at his hand on mine, before looking up at him with the raise of my eyebrow. He quickly lets go of me as he then adjusts his glasses on his face, all while clearing his throat a couple of times before speaking to me.

"Do you um, do you want to be partners? You uh... you and I?" he rushes out his words so lowly I almost couldn't hear him, yet somehow it was clear to me what he said. "Yeah, sure. That's fine with me." I respond, only getting a head nod from him as he turns from me and faces the board.

I continue to look at him, this time in complete confusion at not knowing what that just was. He has never once talked to me, nor acknowledged me in all the two years we have seen each other around. Yet today he not only helped me with my quiz, but he wants to be my partner. Wow, this day couldn't get any weirder.

"Everyone in groups of two? Yeah? Alright then," Professor Sharpton holds up her pointer finger, silently counting the student in class. "Yep, exactly fifteen groups. What I want you to do, I want you to take out a piece of paper and list down different things that comes to your mind when you hear the words sex. Go ahead; you have about five minutes." she dismisses the class, letting everyone get started with their lists.

"Should I write or do you want to write?" Taking out a piece of notebook paper from my folder, I ask Nicholas. "You can write, your handwriting is far more neater than mine." he turns to look at me, and then quickly turns back to staring ahead.

"That's fine. What are some things that comes to your mind, when you hear the word sex?" I ask him as I put the date and correct headings on our paper. "Um, well there's a lot of things that comes to my mind." he lowly replies, fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Yeah, but what actually comes to your mind–" I am cut off by some girl speaking her mind a bit too bluntly." A dick in my asshole." my mouth widens at hearing that, along with the classroom bursting out into fits of laughter.

I look over to see Nicholas without his glasses on his face, as he wipes at his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. As he does all of that, he looks nervous as ever. I hesitantly reach my hand out to him and tap his shoulder, wanting to know if he's alright. He doesn't look too good. Instead of being able to ask him anything, my response is him jumping away from me in a startled manner.

"Are you okay? You don't look too good." I ask out of concern, ignoring him jumping away from me. "Y-yeah, I'm just a bit tired is all," he clears his throat, as he puts his glasses back on his face.

"but anyway, the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear the word sex is... the pleasure." He adds on, while I write down what he says. "Okay, that's good. How about two people? Whether it's male and female, female and female, or male and male." I give him my suggestion, with him nodding his head in agreement.

For the next five minutes or so, I continue to jot down words and phrases we both come up with when thinking of the word 'sex'. During that time Nicholas proceeds to deeply stare my way, not only making me feel a bit uncomfortable, but making him fidget continuously in his chair. Through the awkwardness between us, we still managed to come up with a half paper full of words.

"Okay, times up." Professor Sharpton announces, getting the attention of not only me but other college students. "Now that I have your attention, I want you and your partners to look down at the words on your papers closely, because those are the words you'll be using for your upcoming project." She smiles brightly, and continues to go over the rest of the project.

As Professor Sharpton goes on with her talking and explaining of things to do with the project, I take a glance at Nicholas who is already looking at me. I immediately look away from his burning gaze, thinking the words on my paper would somehow take my attention away from the fact that I am being looked at as if I am something to eat.

It doesn't work at all, and before I can even think of reasons why he would be looking at me with such an intensified expression, I am being tapped on my arm gently. I jump a bit, but bring myself to look up at who just tapped me. Of course it's Nicholas; standing right beside my desk quite close for comfort. He is so close and up on me, I practically come face to face with the front of his pants. Not meaning to, although I do... I look at his visible bulge pressed against his black jeans.

A throat clearing snaps me out of me practically drooling over his print, instantly making me look up to see him already looking at me with a slight frown on his face. I quickly turn my head from his hard gaze, closing my eyes inwardly as I curse myself out for being such a rude horn dog. All I can say is... it's been a while.

"Um, Aaliyah?" He knows my name? I didn't even know he knew my name. I quickly turn around to look at his bulge... I mean his face. "Yes." I whisper, not believing my voice to act right if I used it fully.

"Class is dismissed for the day. We are free to go." He motions around us, now making me come to realize that we are the only two in the now empty class room. "Oh my gosh," I jump up from my chair, causing it to screech against the tile flooring.

"Thank you so much, I didn't even realize class was over." I begin shoving all of my papers, folders, and school supplies inside of my backpack. "It's no problem." He responds softly, bending down to pick up a few of my pens that have fallen on the ground.

"I'm not sure if you were paying attention or not, but our mini class project is due next week on Wednesday. We have to present to the class as well." As Nicholas lets me know of the due date of our assignment, I am handed my pens, where our hands softly brush against one another. "Oh... um thank you Nicolas." I throw them in my bag, before zipping it up and putting it on.

"You are welcome, Aaliyah." He says my name again, all while adjusting his glasses on his face. "Oh, okay. Well uh... do you like want to get a head start on our project later on? I don't really like doing assignments last minute." I push a chunky curl out of my face, it bouncing back due to it being the bang part of my hair.

"Yeah sure that would be fine, I can tell you like to get business done." He nods his head, adjusting his backpack straps on his shoulders. "Alright then, sounds good to me. Can we meet up after I get off my four hour shift in the Student Cafe? Maybe we can even get some work done there, or if you don't like that we can head on over to the library?" I suggest, finger combing one of my curls back into place.

Those flexi rods I put in my hair last night did me justice, as well as giving me major volume and pretty curls. As I am waiting for a response from Nicholas, I fix another curl and catch him watching me do so. Raising a questionable eyebrow, I get a throat clearing from him and finally a response.

"Uh... how about we just start the project in my dorm room?" With him saying that, red flags flood my mind, making me cautiously take a step back away from him. "No, don't do that, don't move away from me. I know what you are thinking. Please don't think like that; I just want us to be comfortable. If you like, we can go to your room?" Hearing that I am immediately shaking my head in refusal.

"You are definitely not coming to my room, I don't know you like that." I shake my head some more, crossing my hands over my chest. I have now put up my guard in worry. "W-well I'm sorry for asking, we can just go to the library. Sorry for being so forward with suggesting that." He shakily lifts his hand up to dab at his sweaty forehead.

I do not say anything in regards to his apology, instead I stare at him and try to figure him out within a span of seconds. I want to know why today out of all days he suddenly started to talk to me, like what makes today so different from the others?

I notice he adjusts his glasses on his face multiple times, still profusely sweating and fidgeting nervously. The poor guy even stares blankly into space worriedly, as he repeats how stupid and sorry he is. I'm sure he doesn't even realize how creepy and quite weird he is coming off.

Sighing lowly at him practically having a freak out, I call his name lowly. He doesn't respond, and continues to stare into space as he whispers, and shifts on his feet repeatedly. Not liking this odd behavior of his at all, I again try calling his name once more. He doesn't answer me again, which makes me frown at him possibly ignoring me on purpose. Not liking anyone ignoring me, I hesitantly reach up on the tips of my toes to place my hands on his shoulders and squeeze lightly to seize his odd behavior.

"Nicholas, calm down," I begin to rub his shoulders soothingly, just wanting him to shake this uneasiness he has going on. "Just calm down, alright?" I add on once I see his behavior not settling.

Lowly groaning, I come to an agreement with myself. I don't want to say it, or even initiate it, though I know what I have to do. Sighing in defeat, I turn my squeezing motions on his shoulders into soft soothing rubs. I look up at him and see him loosing up just a tad, although not enough for him to come to realization that he's just freaking out. So with that being said, I step a bit closer to him and reach up all on my toes to grasp his face to look at me. As my hands rests gently against his face, I can feel the slight prickly feeling of his facial hair poking against the palms of my hands.

Wow, I just noticed how tall he is. He just has to be over six feet; he's way taller than me that's for sure.

"Calm down, Nicolas. Just chill out, you are making me nervous," as those words flow out of my mouth softly, I look down at his body now starting to visibly relax. "I'll just come over to your dorm room after my shift. We can get started on our project then, okay?"

With about two or three throat clearings, Nicholas finally opens up his mouth to say something, yet nothing comes out. Instead he nods his head in response to my previous question to him, looking down at me with those intense eyes again. The deepened stare he's giving me makes me feel microscopic under his gaze, so I drop my hands from his face and awkwardly push a curl to the back of my ear.

"Um, that would be fine. Here let me give you my unit and dorm number, so you'll know which room is mine." He hurriedly takes out a sticky note and a pen from his backpack, quickly scribbling down the information needed for me. "Okay... well thank you, Nicholas. So I'll come by after my shift is over at six; is that fine?"

He nods his head with a calm closed mouth smile, although I didn't miss the blissful glint in his eyes as he looked at me. With that, we parted our separate ways with kind farewells to one another; going about our businesses.

:::

"So you really are going to an unknown guy's dorm room?" Nizza questions me in disbelief, while I scan a student's food and handing it back to her. "Yes, but–" I go to answer her question, yet I am cut short by Markesha.

"To possibly be dicked down by a dude, who you said has been eye raping you for two whole years now? You are fucking crazy, Aaliyah!" The bluntness in Markesha's words makes me wince, as I call up another student to be checked out.

Ever since I told my best friend's about the awkward events that happened between Nicholas and I, they have yet to seize their disagreements about me going over to his place to work on our project. My best friends are quite overprotective over me, so I can see where they are coming from. They have been this way since we met three years ago at freshmen orientation.

I was the clueless prude venturing around to find the orientation, and somehow ended up at a senior party. If it wasn't for Markesha and Nizza walking past me being harassed by a group of male seniors, I'm not sure what would have happened. Something terribly wrong that's for sure. They took me under their wing within no time, and kind of showed me what they knew about the school, as they too learned things we all didn't know. Since then we have been the three musketeers.

"You aren't going, you are too oblivious too dangerous situations." Nizza shakes her head, giving her input. I knew she was referring to what happened at the senior party... and more. "I mean she's not a virgin anymore, but I don't want you getting hurt either. That was a breakup we all went through, Liyah." Markesha speaks her mind, reminding me of the worst breakup ever. He only wanted one thing, and then he left me for another girl.

"You guys, I can see where you are coming from, but I already told him I would come over tonight." I look to each side of my shoulders where they are, letting them know my mind is made up. "No you are not, Liyah." Nizza shakes her head, as I ignore her to ring up another person.

"Yes I am–" I stop mid-sentence as I see him take a seat at one of the tables in the Student Café, looking straight at me. "What are you staring at?" Nizza chuckles, waving her hand in my face.

"Right, what's gotten all of your attention? Oh I see what did, the sexy creeper has come to fuck– oops, I mean come to watch you some more today." Markesha jokes around a little too loudly. "Shhh, no he isn't." I push them away with my elbows, receiving laughter from them.

I groan lowly at my friends' jokes and laughter, knowing damn well they won't stop until my shift is over... or whenever Nicholas leaves; if he does. Hopefully all of them will leave so I can actually work in peace, but something tells me that won't happen at all.

:::

Two hours later

Hell was I right, Markesha and Nizza joked, teased, and annoyed me for the remainder of my shift. Which was sadly for two hours straight; like who does that? Clearly my friends do. However, they weren't even the reason for my feeling of ambivalence, it was Nicholas still being in the Student Café for that long. He continued to stare at me just like in class, truly making me feel apprehensive about even being with him alone in his dorm room.

Shaking away the nervousness surrounding my thoughts, I grab my backpack out of the tiny storage closet in the back room of the Student Café and make my way towards the main cafeteria area. I immediately spot Nicholas across the room, where he is already looking in my direction. I clear my throat lowly, as I will myself to walk towards him. As I am walking, I make sure to bid my goodbyes to my fellow peers who work alongside of me.

"Please be careful, girly." I am pulled into a hug by Nizza, with me gently pushing her arm's length of me to promise that I will. "Yeah you better, since you won't to be grown and go with mysterious dudes." Markesha pokes out her lips, all while crossing her arms over her chest.

"I will be okay." I assure them, as well as trying to assure myself.

With that, I wave them bye and walk over to Nicholas who is wearing an unreadable expression on his face. Once I stop at his table, he looks up at me and stands up quickly to greet me. Might I add it was so very clumsily; he dropped all of his books and paperwork on the ground. It was my turn to help him pick up his things.

"U-uh thanks, Aaliyah." He takes his books out of my hands, before he shakily rubs the back of his neck. "It's no problem." I purse my lips and nod my head, all while waiting for him to show us the way to his room.

After a couple of seconds of just standing around looking awkward as ever, he finally catches on and suggests that we go on over to his place. I was relived at that, and followed him out of the cafeteria. The walk across campus to his designated housing area was silenced between us, no talking at all. Again, another awkward situation between the two of us.

"We're here, just right this way." Nicholas turns to me, before opening up a door to go inside of the building that leads to different dorm rooms. "Oh okay, that's fine." I give a smile, and continue to follow closely behind his lead.

With a couple of more steps and the weird silence between us, we finally reach his room door. I watch him dig in his pocket, pulling out his room key and insert it into his door. He politely motions me inside first, giving me a clear view of his apartment-like dorm room.

So he lives with other guys? Clearly; I live in the same type of apartment on the other side of the university with my best friend's, and another girl we hardly ever see.

"Sorry about the mess, I tried to clean up on behalf of my three messy roommates." I turn around at Nicholas's voice, watching him close and lock the door. "That's okay." I speak lowly, pushing one of my loose curls out of my face.

Within the span of seconds, it is quiet between us once again. With Nicholas looking at me through his squared glasses, with great intent in his darkened brown eyes. I gulp lowly, and awkwardly shift on my feet while looking down. I guess he gets the hint at making me feel nervous, and clears his throat; finally speaking.

"U-uh, do you like want a snack or anything to drink?" He motions to his living room area, which I am guessing is by the kitchen area. "Yeah sure, I'll take water please." Pressing my lips together with a pained smile, I follow him towards the kitchen.

I cannot help but see him fidget all nervously, while we make our way past the living room area towards the kitchen. I can definitely see guys live here, by the items lying around the place. Trashy magazines of half clothed women scattered on the coffee table and television stand, the posters of fully nude women taped to the wall, the dirty clothes in one pile in the corner, and the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Shit– crap, I told those dirt bags to wash those dishes." He groans lowly, clearly embarrassed by the messiness of the kitchen. "It's okay, don't worry about it. Thank you." I assure him all is well, as I take the bottle of water he's holding out to me.

"You are welcome," he clears his throat, looking around the place in disgust. It's not that bad. "Uh, do you want to work in the living room, or my room?" I can tell by the pained look he gives me, he wants me to choose his room.

So that's what I do, I go ahead and choose his room. I can see him visibly relax, as well as him sighing in relief. I inwardly chuckle at his silliness, probably feeling so embarrassed due to his roommates being messy.

As we reach his bedroom, I instantly see it's fairly clean. Well, his side at least. His roommate does not seem that tidy, but it doesn't matter since I'm going to be on Nicholas's side of the room anyway.

"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I'm going to get me a snack." Kicking off his shoes and tossing his backpack on the bed, Nicholas leaves his room. "Sure."

Looking around the room–with the intention of ignoring the gross side, where an unmade bed is occupying one side of the room, and dirty clothes thrown carelessly around. Instead, I focus on the made bed I take a seat on, looking at how neat and clean this side of the room is. As I am focused and memorized by the cleanliness, Nicholas finally comes back into the room. In his hands are enough snacks for a couple hours. I give him a small smile, surprisingly receiving a small chuckle from him.

"Now that we have snacks, we can officially get started." He drops the armful of snacks in the middle of the bed, then jumping on top to take his place on the bed.

:::

"Are you finished now?" I ask politely, hoping he is. "N-no, not yet." With the answer I receive, I simply nod but lowly sigh as I have to wait even longer.

For the past three hours or so, Nicholas and I have been studiously working on our project nonstop. With all the snacks and beverages we had already in the room, there wasn't really a need to get up. Well except to stretch or go to the bathroom– where Nicholas kept going to every now again. At first I thought nothing of it the first couple of times, but then I assumed he had a bladder problem. But the eighth time he came out, he seemed extremely flushed and tired. I then came to conclusions maybe he was sick... although my mind did wander to other possibly things he could have been doing, but I quickly shoved those dirty thoughts away.

"You alright?" I am lightly tapped on my knee, quickly snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Are you done yet?" I lean forward to see if he's typed our key words in example sentences.

My hopes are immediately shot down when I see that he still does not have anything typed on his laptop sitting in his lap. Deeply frowning and sighing loudly, I angrily turn to him... which he is already looking at me with that unreadable expression he does.

"Why haven't you typed up your example sentences for our words, Nicholas? I am ready to go, but I need your portion so I can incorporate them in our slide. I do not like going back on things, I like to already have it done so I can move forward!" I do not mean to raise my voice, although I do. It's pushing ten o'clock, and I'm ready to go back to my own dorm.

"I'm sorry, Aaliyah. I just– I just forgot the words, and now nothing won't stick to my brain," he looks at me with a lazy expression, just as he jumps up from the bed heading over to the doorway. "I'll do better, okay? I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." With that he quickly walks away, not caring to say anything else.

Huffing in annoyance, I throw myself back against his pillows with my arms immaturely crossed over my chest. I look up at the ceiling, then lift up my sock covered feet, as I wiggle them in circular motions in the air. I'm not sure how long I wiggled my feet around for, but I do know Nicholas has been gone for quite some time. Like more than thirty minutes now.

Pulling my wrist towards my face, I see that it is now 10:25 pm. Seeing the time, I quickly get up to give Nicholas ole weird ass some choice words. Not thinking about anything except wanting to leave, I storm out of the room and go to bang on the bathroom door. Although, the rhythmic sound of slapping skin and the faint groans of my name being panted out stops me dead in my racks. I notice the door is halfway cracked; giving me a clear view of Nicholas pleasuring himself. Pleasuring his very well endowed member.

"Yes, oh yes, Aaliyah." I watch his hand move up and down so speedily, almost putting me in a trance at the rhythmic movements of his hand. "Ooh fuck yes." His head tilts back, with his eyes tightly close... clearly indicating his release coming.

I continue to watch him in great astonishment, feeling a bit titillated at how he's saying my name. All while pleasuring himself so erotically, with the littlest of knowledge to realize I'm watching his every movement. I feel my underwear dampen, and my nipples harden against the material of my bra; a sign of my very own arousal coming over me. He jerks himself a couple more times, just before he makes a guttural groan and releases all of his seed onto his hand... and on the tiled floor.

I lowly gasp, as I try to control my own arousal wanting to be released. Trying to ease my heavy breathing, I place my hand against the door to catch my breath. Although, I forget the door is still cracked, making it burst open revealing not only myself, but all of Nicholas and his glory to me. He jumps up and hurry's to covers himself; never once breaking eye contact with me. Not taking it anymore, I quickly rush back into his room to grab my things and get the get the hell out of here.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" I whisper yell to myself, as I throw all of my school work in my bag. "Aaliyah." I hear him call me, though I ignore him.

"Aaliyah." He calls my name once more, yet again I ignore him as my main focus is on putting my shoes on now. "Damn it, Aaliyah! Will you just answer and listen to me really quick?" I am harshly turned around, where Nicholas stares back at me with a mixture of facial expressions.

"What?" I whisper, whilst looking down at my shoes. I cannot look at him, especially since I gave myself away at eavesdropping on him jerking himself off. "Look at me," He cups my chin up so that we stare at one another, and I swear a hint of adoration grows in his light brown eyes.

"I don't want you to be embarrassed at watching me, okay?" I nod my head and close my eyes, where he softly begins rubs his thumb against my face. I don't know what he's doing to me, but I like it.

"I apologize for not doing the work that was needed of me, but I promise you I didn't do it to make you upset. I admit I did do it intentionally, but only because I wanted you to stay with me a bit longer," he bends down to my level, pacing his forehead against mine.

I swear my heart rate has picked up more than it did when I was watching him pleasure himself; it's nearly through the roof.

"I like you Aaliyah; I have liked you for so damn long. You are the only girl I know who can make get nervous at just you looking at me, or make me rock hard just when moving a simple curl out your face. When I think about the word sex, I honestly think of you. To pleasure you, to tastes you, to mark you as my own. It's just you, Aaliyah. It is only you and only you."

My eyes widen at his confession, his words, the way he said it all. I do not know what to say, but I gotten answer to my many of questions involving Nicholas and his oddness around me. He likes me... he really, really likes me.

"W-why didn't you tell me before? Why today of all days" I question, feeling his hands drop from my face to caress my hipbones. "You were dating that one guy, and I didn't think you would go for a guy like me. Every time we caught eye contact, you would quickly look away from me. But I was tired of watching you so closely, but being distances away of having you." He shrugs sadly, and in that moment I stand up on the tips of my toes to crash my lips into his.

"You could have just asked me out instead of looking at me like a total creep, you idiot." Each word is me kissing between talking, as he chuckles against my lips. "Yeah, I guess I could have done that. I was being a bit weird, huh?" I pull away and nod dramatically, all while I check him out from head to toe.

He is definitely a sexy guy no doubt about it, but damn he is even sexier now that I know he's been having his eyes on just me. Mmm, and that thick piece of equipment he's packing in his jeans; dude really has it going on.

"What are you thinking about? I mean I totally understand if you don't want anything to do with me; I appreciate the kisses though." He adjusts his glasses nervously, and starts that fidgeting stuff again. "Stop being so nervous, it's not that. I guess I'm surprised you like me... unless it's just lust."

"It's definitely not lust, you're so beautiful... so sexy. I want you- I want all of you so bad." He pulls me into him and devours my lips, not even giving me a chance to say anything else. "Nicholas." I moan once I feel his lips on my neck, as I feel my body being walked backwards into the direction of his bed.

He pulls back from sucking and kissing on my neck to eye me, then eye the bed, and then back to my eyes again. In that moment I didn't even care if he was creepily watching me for those two years, or jerking off about me in the bathroom, all I know is that I want him just as much as he wants me. With a firm tug of his hips against mine, I give him the permission to do all that he wants to do with me and my body. He sure does, and a damn good job at it too.

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- Very long first One-Shot, but I hope you enjoyed! I'm so glad to be writing, and sharing all these old potential story ideas with you!

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