Cozy Apartment

Noah's pov

There she was.

A towel on her head and another wrapped around her bust down to the knees. I trailed my eyes from the head to her eyes and then down in a flash taking in whatever obvious details I could get

She didn't seem shocked to see me. Instead, she opened the door wide and ushered me in.

B's eyes with no glasses are beautiful. I could see shyness in her as she pointed at the couch in the middle of the room as she made her way to dress.

Shoe rack on the side, packed with; one-sized sneakers, sports shoes, two pairs of crocks, and a pair of sandals. I envied all the shoes. Especially the black ones.

Who has those many shoes?

The huge glass table in the middle of the spacious room, the flowers beneath it, the black and white hairy rug, and the muted smart tv in front of me playing Chris Brown and Wizkid's Call Me Everyday on Spotify.

A small cabinet-like table situated below the pinned tv held a cool midsized sound system with two speakers looking my way. The remote sat on the table.

Almost pressing the sound button to listen to what kind of music that was.

Instead, I adored the other side of the room. An open kitchen, with white surfaces, a dining table with some four chairs by the sides.

An apartment may be more expensive to rent than my college tuition.

Couldn't help admiring the classy sitting room. Too elegant for my taste, with a lot of white surfaces and endless space.

I ended up at the small reading table housing an Apple desktop computer, laptop, some books, and a chair under it.

By the window for maximum light, I guess.

That's when it hit me, the smell in the room. I had almost forgotten about it. It smelt divine_ frankly, I can't figure out what smells like that.

Like her, only more prominent.

My eyes widened, took deep breaths of her unique smells, and my body sunk deep into the couch _ what is better than this? I could have stayed at that moment for whatever it took until something more euphoric showed.

The music was muted and paused, which after time made the tv go to sleep mode revealing select background pictures.

The first was of her with some other people, family by the similarity with the woman. Slide to next, B was taken in buggy shorts slightly above the knees.

As my eyes widened and narrowed at the same time to take a keen look I heard footsteps and tore my unwilling eyes to face her.

B was back, right in front of my eyes. Looking at the new B, I thought. Shit! I love you.

I know B. The sneakers B. The buggy B, one with gigantic glasses covering almost all of her face. That was the B I knew, not this one.

A B with thick black, curly hair _ was not in my mind. The straight-haired B was more familiar.

One with a beautiful face_ glasses off_ showing big dark eyes that would have dissolved mine in an instant. With a long slender neck, a right-sized pajama top showing a well-defined collarbone, and matching pants. I hadn't seen her, she made my mouth and eyes water.

I swallowed a hard lump of anxiety, lust, and curiosity unconsciously. Still, my throat felt dryer.

"Zain. Zain… Zain!", She tried to get me back to the present.

I heard the last time and snapped out of my paradise. Staring right back at her gazing eyes, I couldn't believe I had missed all that. How did I?

"Uhm", I was speechless, what could I have said? That, will you marry me?

She didn't seem bothered by my lustful glare, hers were dark but with the whitest scleras.

On my mind, only bad things were going on, shameful even.

I wondered, what are you thinking about? Is your mind as evil as mine?

"Would you like some coffee?"She asked, at last, shifting my gaze to her moving lips. I never wanted to kiss any lips that much before, mine were shaking.

I wanted to say yes, and more. But my mouth betrayed me, nothing was coming out, I nodded instead.

She walked to the kitchen, not turning to shut my gazing eyes. I had to follow her up, I stared at the dark hair, the slender body, well-defined hips…

Am I cured of myopia?

Took a minute to recover, not like I did. Then, I turned to tv where more of her pictures crossed each other leaving me breathless.

A particular one, that which had exposed thighs. Starting from her toes deep in the sandy beach to the middle of her thighs. How I loved looking at her.

I was taken by the long legs and a tiny tattoo to the very last bit…

Most of that must be covered. What is it? A bird or insert? I think not a flower, she isn't that girly or is she?

. What's the f... another one slid through distracting me.

I have to ask, anything. If not now I will never ask with her eyes staring at me like they did.

"Hey"

"Ask", she replied.

"How did you know I wanted to… I mean"

B didn't stop me as I had hoped, I just kept quiet. "My superpower."

"I see", my mouth had never been dryer, "You didn't ask me how I got here "

"I know", B replied calm as ever.

"Ah, of course, you do," I smiled gingerly.

"You don't strike me as someone who didn't want to come here either. You would have sent the bag. Thanks"

"For what?", I asked. I should have been the one with gratitude.

"Bringing it "

"Should be the one thanking you", I said, waiting for her to ask why. I decided to explain myself anyway, she wasn't going to ask anyway.

"For lending me your notes, always. Offered me today as well and you know..."

"I don't know", she replied. Was I supposed to feed her every detail?

"Uhm, for not getting weird about me staring at you during the lectures.

Yeah, that"

There was a silence I didn't like at all. Was she gonna be weird about that? What did I do, I never should have said it. Dip shit!

"So, that", she replied, almost coldly. "You get used to it when you are a girl. Mostly from freshmen. Didn't bother me"

" Trust me, I just heard you are not a freshman. I think it was insulting to think of you as a first-year "

"The lecturer must have messed with my CAT marks and I don't like to have the bad grades reflected on my sheet, you know"

She's worried about bad grades from one exam she did have thirty percent covered. She can easily get something presentable from the rest, even without studying.

She must be some nerd. Again, I should have seen it from the huge transparent glasses, mature posture, and her whole being. She just screamed, hot nerd.

"Are you okay?", She asked as I coughed. Am I okay, of course not. How could I be when I have already entangled my life with girls prettier, more advanced, and of higher classes than me?

"Fine, didn't anticipate it"

"Why?"

"I mean now I see, you seemed way too cool for a first year, plus the way you do things."

"Don't bother showering me with that crap, I know you don't mean it. "

"I do"

"Let's not argue, I'm way too cool for that_ if I might quote you", She said, appearing with two coffees in her hands.

I stared at B as she tiptoed to the table and placed the bigger mug on the table. How did she know I like big mugs?

"I have seen you, you like coffee I guess", She sat down on the single seat facing the kitchen. She tried to sip the coffee but it was too hot. She narrowed her eyebrows and inhaled the hot fumes from the cup.

She noticed me staring. "I kinda am afraid of heat", she remarked placing the cup down

"As well", I said.

There was a ghost of a smile on her lips which faded instantly. But, I went on to stare at her as I held the hot cup. Eyes, neck, hair, and bust at times. I just couldn't resist.

She hardly bothered looking at me. I could sense she knew what I was up to as she grabbed the remote control and pressed play.

The music resumed a nice song.

She navigated the Spotify homepage. I hardly looked at what else she was doing with eyes only for her.

She put the remote control down after some time and looked at me. I did look away hastily and almost spilled the hot beverage on myself.

She laughed.

I knitted my eyebrows with awe. I wasn't sure what was so funny, it should have annoyed her. Yet, she went on laughing showing perfect teeth again and dimples. I had missed those from our time together.

"What?", I asked, trying to be confident. She seemed unbent by my ignorance.

"Nothing", She replied. Did she just lie? She had introduced herself as straightforward. Guess rules can be broken if you are the one setting them.

It lasted.

Adored her smile, teeth, face...I was ready to say the words and put the rock on her. She recovered, continuing, "I always see you staring at me, more than most people do.

At times I think it is because I am always near you, but I think otherwise. I feel like you see me with more than curiosity about my style.

Like, you want to know the whole of me.

I am a mystery to you, in a bad way, aren't I?

You are not like them, you do care what I am like, with and without clothes. I make you hard, right?

(She stared right into my eyes )

You do look at my lips like you want to kiss them. Like they are the best you have ever seen.

The way you stare at my face and my whole body is like I am a mystery you can't wait to solve.

You know what, I think you have bad thoughts when looking at me, always had them.

I make you wanna make love to me.

Do you wanna make love to me?", She asked at last.

I was taken by her words, how she said it all without a glimpse of fear, irritation, or hard feelings. She meant every word, and she was right.

The way her eyes lit up during the conversation made my Soul melt. Who did I mess with?

I was feeling; shocked, embarrassed, evil, and uneasy like I'm a sexual predator. But, my body has a mind of its own, and it wanted her, right there on the couch.

While my heart raced, I was smelling liberation.

I repeated the mantra, go big or go home.

She already knows. What's there to hide anymore? "Hard to admit, but true.

Aren't you annoyed?", I asked sheepishly.

She stared right at me. Her eyes became darker but more bright. I could feel my heart about to escape from its cage when she breathed,

"You want to make love to me. Here's your chance, do you wanna make love to me, Zain?