My heart thudded irregularly against my chest and I couldn't stop smiling knowing that I wasn’t the only one that was already in this deep, “Thank you.” I whispered before pressing my lips softly to his.
We did end up spending the rest of the day in his bed, and I loved it. We turned on a movie, but had to keep restarting it because we ended up talking throughout the entire thing. Other than sweet kisses to the top of my head and nose, all we did was stay curled up in each other’s arms. Brandon would intertwine our fingers and hold them close to his chest whenever I started trailing my fingers down his bare stomach, and eventually just ended up putting a shirt on. I had frowned at that, but knew it was my fault. We left the room to go to dinner with Bree and Konrad that night, and other than a quick trip to buy coffee and donuts for everyone on Sunday morning, we repeated our previous day in his bed. We were dozing off while attempting to watch another movie when Bree came walking in.
“I'll be ready to go in a few minutes, do you have all your things?”
Guess that means Konrad went back to the dorms already. “No, but it won't take long, give me a few minutes.”
I started to climb off the bed, but Brandon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back down. Bree snickered and walked out the door. After it was shut, Brandon pulled me closer to him.
“You're leaving?” He asked softly, his fingers trailing down my arm.
“Yeah, I have to go back to my dorm.”
“You don't have to. I want you here with me.”
My first thought was of Chase and what he would think about that. I scolded myself and shook my head, “I can't, we're not rushing, remember?”
He grumbled halfheartedly and squeezed me tighter, “If I knew you were going to leave at the end of today I would have clarified what we weren't going to rush.”
I giggled against his jaw and continued on with a trail of kisses. “I know what you meant. But I can't stay here.” Lord knows I would love to wake up to his handsome face every day. But like he said, we just met and I've only been out of Sir's house for a little over two weeks. If that's not the definition of rushing, I don't know what is.
“Weekends?”
“What about them?” I asked against his neck.
“Will you stay with me on the weekends? You'll probably be here anyway.”
I sat up and looked down at his breathtaking face, “You really want me here? You're not going to get tired of me being around?”
“Seriously Harper? I told you I wanted to keep you here. You're right though, you do need to stay at the dorm with Bree. So if I have to 'share' you with her, then I plan on using this sharing to my advantage so I get you too.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed against his chest playfully, “Okay fine. How about this? Unless something comes up, I will stay here with you on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays.”
A huge smile showing off his perfect teeth and dimple spread across his face as he brought his mouth to mine, “That sounds perfect.” He spoke around our kisses.
“I feel like I'm the kid of a divorced couple.” I grumbled and he laughed.
We kissed a few moments longer until we heard Bree complaining from the hallway. Brandon hugged me tight to his chest at his door and planted a quick kiss on my forehead, “I'll see you at school, have a good night sweetheart.”
The door swung open to reveal Bree with our bags slung over her shoulders and hands on her hips. “Sometime today, Harper.” After we were in her car, her fake sullen mood disappeared, “Tell. Me. Everything!”
I laughed and turned in my seat so I was facing her. “I'm afraid I'm about to disappoint you again, nothing happened.”
“What!” She looked between the road and me “You guys never left his room! You can't tell me nothing happened.”
I shrugged and smiled, “I'm serious, nothing happened. All we did was talk and sleep.”
Her jaw dropped and after a minute formed into a perfect O, “He's gay?”
“Oh my God! What? No!”
“I'm sorry but you're going to tell me that a straight guy had you in his bed for three whole days and didn't try anything with you?”
“It wasn't that, we talked about it on Saturday and decided we aren't going to do anything for a while.”
Her eyebrows scrunched together and she looked more confused than I'd even seen her, “But...why?”
“I think he's afraid of rushing me, and to be honest, I'm kind of glad. I can see how easy it would be to get too carried away to stop, and I feel like everything about us has already moved so fast. Not that I'd change anything so far, but I'm happy we're going to wait. When I think about it, I know I'm still not ready to go there. He's my first boyfriend, and it's only been a couple days.”