Quinn and Kruz follow closely behind him. I know this is going to be an adjustment for her. My house is vastly different from her dorm. It’s much more modern—at least on the inside—with so much open space, and it's larger in every way. While her dorm likely feels cramped and temporary, my place has a sense of permanence that I quietly hope she latches onto.
Not to mentionI’mhere.
It won’t be an adjustment for me to have her here all the time, though.
I can’t fucking wait to have her in my space 24/7.
I just hopeshewill be happy with the change. It doesn’t have to be permanent but I’d be lying to myself and everyone else if I said I didn’t want it to be.
Am I getting ahead of myself? Probably.
Do I care? Not really.
“This place is huge,” Kruz says as she steps out of her car, slamming the door closed. “What a fucking upgrade from your moldy dorm.”
Quinn snort-laughs, getting out of her own vehicle. “Let’s hope it lives up to the first impression. I’m sure you’ll be spooked in no time.”
We start unloading boxes. “I appreciate your help.” I pass a heavy box to Ezra.
His typical eremitic demeanor seems to have taken a leave of absence for the evening, and I have a sneaking suspicion why. “My pleasure.” His eyes linger on Kruz as she carries an armful of sweaters still on their hangers up the front steps. A smirk plays on his lips before he rushes to open the front door for her.
“Thanks,” she replies coolly. I don’t know her well or at all, but I suspect this is a side of her she’s reserved solely for men she’d like to tell to fuck right off, but can’t outright for whatever reason. She steps over the threshold and continues up the stairs without missing a beat, her lack of interest in him is palpable.
Ezra raises an eyebrow, clearly unperturbed. “Not a problem,me amentia.” He says the words to her retreating form and if she hears him, she doesn’t let on.
I give him a dark look.
If he has his sights set on her, there won’t be anything I can say or do to deter him, so I leave it. Not that it’s any of my business, it’s just that she’s Quinn’s friend, and he’s, well… a little obsessive at times.
That’s probably an understatement.
His obsessive behavior has driven his success, fueling his complete dedication to anything he focuses on in both his education and his career.
It doesn't translate as well into personal relationships.
I’ve tried to reign him in too many times to count, but there are just some things that can’t be taught, and the ability to chill the fuck out happens to be one of them.
Quinn passes Kruz on the way back out, the smile on her face heart-stopping. I can’t help but wrap my arms around her and plant a kiss on her temple. There’s no one here who doesn’t know about us, and it won’t be a secret from the rest of the world much longer if I have anything to say about it.
She’ll be out of my class soon, and there will be nothing standing in the way of our relationship becoming a real, tangible,publicthing. Wedding bells chime in my mind and god I need to calm the fuck down.What is wrong with me?
“Your room okay?” I’m humoring her brattiness for tonight, but this is the last night in my house she’ll spend outside of my bed. Still, I’m sure it will be good for her to have her own space here when she needs a little privacy or some time alone.
“Perfect,” she smacks a quick kiss on my lips and goes back to unloading.
We continue to dance around one another carrying boxes inside. I can’t help but notice Ezra continuously stealing glances at Kruz, who is completely unfazed by his presence.
“So, Kruz,” He tries again, his tone nonchalant. “What do you do?”
“I’m a student,” she replies curtly, not looking up. It’s funny to me that she couldn’t give a fuck less about his obvious interest in her. Most women fall all over themselves trying to get his attention. Maybe that’s part of her appeal to him; her disinterest.
He’s undeterred. “What’s your major?”
Kruz finally looks at him, her eyes appraising. “Same as Quinn’s.”
“Interesting,” is all he says to end the conversation.
“I think that’s pretty much everything,” I say, choosing to ignore whatever this little dynamic is brewing between them.
