“Let me take your bag,” I say, reaching for her backpack.
She hands it over and I place it on the floor next to mine by my desk. We both toe off our shoes at the same time, and I climb into my bed first, gesturing for her to follow. She shyly climbs in, having to snuggle close to me in the small, twin-size bed.
“Is this okay?” I ask as soon as she seems to get comfortable, her head resting on my chest. I pull the covers up to her chin, making sure she’s warm.
“Yeah,” she says softly. “Is it okay for you?” She tilts her head up, her eyes meeting mine.
“Perfect,” I admit, stroking her hair and running my hand down her back.
I catch the smile on her lips before she snuggles farther into my chest and closes her eyes.
My heart melts before surprisingly racing in my chest in realization.
Olivia is the first girl in my bed.
Granted, we’re both fully clothed and only napping, but still. I’ve never had a girl in my personal bed before. And she’s the only girl I’ve ever even let into my room at all.
I let everything digest for a moment, a dozen emotions swirling around in my stomach, and I come to the realization that it all feels so strangely intimate, but ultimately, it feels so right. Having her fall asleep on my chest is without a doubt one of the top-three all-time best feelings I’ve ever experienced. Maybe even number one, if I’m being honest.
It takes about fifteen minutes for her to fall asleep, and as soon as she does, I feel myself start to drift off.
As soon as I’m about to slip into unconsciousness, I hear a key slide into the lock and the door opens, Chase’s stupid blond head stumbling in.
“Dude, you’ll never believe—”
“Shhh,” I cut him off sharply.
“Sorry,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm as he throws his hands up in mock surrender. When he finally looks at me, his eyes snap open wide in shock. “Wait, who the hell is that?” he asks, coming closer and weaving his head in different directions, trying to get a better look.
“Shhh,” I reiterate harshly, his tone still too loud for my liking. At this rate he’s going to wake her up.
“Dude, is that Olivia?” he whisper-shouts, his jaw dropped.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Now get out!”
“Okay, okay,” he says, hands up in surrender again as he backs away to the door. He opens the door, slowly walking out backward. “Is she naked?” he asks, an amused lilt in his voice.
I grab the half-empty water bottle on my nightstand and chuck it at him. Unfortunately, he closes the door just in time and the plastic smashes against the wood, the water sloshing around inside, causing a lot of noise.
The door opens back up, and Chase sticks his hand in, flashing a thumbs-up. “Get it! Have fun and don’t forget protection!” I hear his muffled voice from behind the door, and even though he can’t see me, I flip him off.
Olivia stirs and I freeze, praying she doesn’t wake up.
She adjusts, snuggling closer into my side, and I finally let out a sigh of relief when her breathing evens out once more and I know she’s back asleep.
I maybe get twenty minutes of solid sleep before my alarm goes off. Olivia and I both startle, and I quickly fumble for my phone, silencing it.
Olivia sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looks around for a moment, getting her bearings before twisting around to look down at me.
I can’t help but smile, taking in her sleep-puffed cheeks and her slightly ruffled hair.
“Hi,” I rasp out, running my fingers through my own hair. I stretch, lacing my fingers behind my head.
I watch her eyes drift down to the small sliver of my stomach showing, my shirt hiking up a bit after my stretch. “Hi,” she squeaks.
I can’t help but grin, loving that I have at least some sort of effect on her.
“Do we have to go to class?” I whine, wishing we could stay here all day.
