He had a whole chiseled look on his face, a strong, square jawline. His cheekbones were high and wide, giving this whole indented side to both sides of his face. Dark blue eyes that I didn’t want to see smoldering because holy hell, I didn’t know how I’d handle that. I saw a smattering of dark hair, too, but his ball cap was covering it.
Getting a good look at him now, Cruz wasn’t just pretty. He was hot.
Broad shoulders. He was also hella tall.
I was back to realizing that I hadn’t noticed him before, and I frowned when we started off. Once we were outside, and I was heading in the way of my dorm, I asked, “You said Sabrina wants Gavin?”
He walked next to me, holding onto his bag’s straps by his shoulders, and he was swinging his elbows in the air, gently. It was a very jock-way of walking, as I was taking in his ball cap, too, and how it was faded and pulled low over his face. He was keeping his head down, but he kept walking right next to me, keeping pace.
He made a noncommittal sound. “Yeah. He’s the new football star, or one of them. You didn’t know? Sabrina likes that sort of shit.”
I was about to ask him how he knew that, but stopped myself. That could get us into information sharing, and I wanted to keep that to a minimum.
“I didn’t know that about Gavin.”
He gave me a look. “For real? He told me you guys party together.”
“We do, or we have, but I don’t get into personal shit with him.”
We turned the corner, taking a different sidewalk.
I was aware of him checking me out again, but he didn’t say anything about my comment.
When we got to my dorm, he touched my elbow. “Hold up.”
I did, slightly frowning at him.
He was eyeing my building. “This is your dorm?”
“Yeah. It’s not a bar.”
He chuckled, but his eyes clouded over. “You got a roommate?”
“Nope. Or, I do, but she only stays one night a week.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You lucked out.”
I grinned. “I know.” I gestured to the building. “I’m not friends with anyone on my floor either. No one will bug us.”
He shot me a look, but asked, “There a back way to get to your room?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask why he wanted that, but nope. I wasn’t going there.
I took him the back entrance and through the exit door, but my room faced a back lawn area. There was a large tree that overshadowed my window, and I was on the ground floor. If worse came to worse, I mean, we could pull out the screen and he could climb in through there. Though, that would probably garner more attention than the exit stairway that I learned not many used. A few of the girls thought it was ‘creepy,’ and I could attest to that statement because I overheard them in the bathroom saying just that. There was a second stairway entrance/exit that was less ‘creepy,’ so I guess most people used that, instead.
“Whoa,” he said once we were inside.
I turned on the light and he was gazing around. “What?”
“Uh.” He was looking around. “You sure you live here? You have, like, nothing here.”
I shrugged, putting my bag on my desk. “I’m a minimalist, and my roommate doesn’t care since she’s only here one night a week.”
“That’s gotta be sweet, having a room to yourself.” He was taking his bag off, dropping it on my bed and rifling through for his textbook.
He took my bed and I turned my desk chair around. I motioned to my roommate’s chair. “You want to sit here?”
He lounged back on my bed, taking his book with him. “Nope. This is more comfortable. Okay. Hit me. Ask me the difference between a neuron, action potential, myelin sheath, and dendrite. I can tell you it all.”
* * *
We studied for four hours, and that was broken up by a few breaks sneaking Cruz into the bathroom. Turns out there was a bathroom for the guests on the floor below me in the lobby, so score there. It was easy access. And another break for pizza. I ordered it during one of Cruz’s bathroom sneaks, and when it arrived, his eyes lit up.
We could’ve ended our study sesh at nine.
It was after we had eaten, and we were taking another longer break then.
Cruz was lounging on the bed, tossing a ball up in the air. I had no clue where he found it, but it was entertaining him. We weren’t going anywhere near personal. Thank God. We were talking about Miles, who Cruz thought was a ‘chill guy’ and about Gavin, who Cruz also thought was a cool guy, but he was a bit high strung. He talked about Sabrina, how she was the definition of high strung. He gave me a few pointers on how to look out for her.
I wasn’t asking how he knew any of this, though, but by this time I was on the bed with him.
He was lying on one side, head where my pillow was, and his feet half off the bed. I was lying the opposite way, my feet somewhat close to where his head was, but tucked down by the wall because gross. And I was on my stomach, my book ahead of me on the bed, and my head was toward where the desks were.
“You have a great ass.”
I stifled a laugh, and glanced back at him.
He was watching me, a mischievous look in his eye, as he caught the ball and motioned to where my ass was. I’d changed clothes during one of his bathroom breaks, slipping into my sleeping shorts and a tank. I kept my bra on, but he had a good view right up my sleep shorts since my underwear was a thong.
Oh well. I didn’t worry about that type of stuff.
I grinned back at him. “Yeah? You think?”
He made a grunting sound. “Fuck yeah. Can I touch it?”
I burst out a laugh. “You want to touch my ass? Guys are usually smoother than just asking.”
His eyes mirrored my laugh, but a serious note flashed there too. “You seem like a girl who likes upfront bluntness.” He flashed me a grin. “I can be all about the bluntness.” He shifted, adjusting himself, but his eyes went back to my ass. “Seriously. Can I touch it? It looks tight as hell.”
I laughed, but nodded. “Sure. Give me a butt massage while you’re at it.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
His hand took hold of one of my cheeks, and he pressed it. He squeezed it. He weighed it, then he adjusted, and then I felt both of his hands on both of my cheeks.
I had to laugh because I’d never had this happen to me, but I liked it.
It felt good, and after a bit, I closed my eyes, lying my head down on my book.
He really was massaging my ass, moving in, pressing hard, then moving down and pressing hard there. He was moving all around, his thumbs digging, totally massaging my gluteus maximus. It wasn’t until when his movements became slower, more sensual, that he dipped between my legs. His thumbs started moving on the underside of my cheeks, and then he began moving my shorts, and his hands slipped underneath.
Skin on skin.
He was going slower.
I moaned. I couldn’t help it.
Fuck. That felt so good.
I squirmed, wanting him to touch somewhere else, and after another sweep, he did.
His finger grazed between my legs, right down my crack, and I balled my fists, pressing down into the bed. A low groan slipped from me.
I opened my legs, giving him wider access.
Fuck. I wanted more.