Making Love

Cora's pov

Noah has the guts to show up on my door like this. This is Cate at her finest, she is determined to ruin my life with this young boy. When I see her she'll get what she deserves.

I can't send him away, even though I'm cold I'm not one to run from such little things. Without questioning his presence, I invited Noah in.

I hate surprises.

If I knew I would have put on some clothes, not opened the door half naked, and let his attentive eyes stare at me like he does during the classes.

I'll make him coffee, that way I can have an excuse to keep my distance. He can't just come to my house like this, it's not comfortable at all.

Take deep breaths, B, just breathe.

He just accepted.

But, how the fuck will I make coffee?

God! I'll never need YouTube this much, I have to view the tutorials fast. And… is my coffee maker even clean? I'll just rinse it, Cate must have washed it.

I'll kill her, for sure.

Before that, I'll have to figure out the coffee-to-sugar-to-water ratio. I fucking hate coffee, I can't bear having to drink it with this kid. Maybe I should have been rude or maybe offered an apple.

Cate will say it, ask why I made coffee for him, or how I even know how to make coffee. But, that will be later, for now, I need to keep my cool and make the damn coffee.

Why am I panicking?

He's too comfortable, I can't hold myself back for long when he's just sitting down and being pretty. I can't take his lustful eyes all over my body like he is staring at me.

How will I hold back from kissing this kid? He is staring at me with those brown eyes that look like… sex!

What's up with me today?

Maybe… maybe I should let him down slowly. I can't offer what he's looking for, for sure. We have to avoid breaking hearts, even more, we have to avoid healing broken hearts.

He likes me, the idea of sleeping with me at least. I have had my fill of boys like him, who want to sleep with the cold mysterious girl to break her virginity and brag about that to their friends.

Noah has it better, I saw their intentions right through and shut them. That's why nobody on campus ever walks towards me or asks anything, they see me as privileged and high maintenance, which I think is an understatement.

But, I don't know why my mind is thinking about that when all Noah has done is come to my place to give back my book. I should stop panicking or else I'll snap.

Coffee first.

I am frightened, my father taught me never to take no for an answer, and most importantly to never reach that point. Because they are like viruses, once you get one rejection expect at least thousands in all aspects of your life. It's like bad karma.

That's why I hesitated to ask him what his intentions with me and all those starry eyes were for, and to my surprise, I had guessed right.

"Will you sleep with me?"

Noah was down to sleep with me, why the fuck did I even ask? Was I waiting to be disappointed?

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Noah's pov

Of course, I wanted to make love to her, I needed to. The lustful eyes weren't enough proof?

Maybe she wanted to get my consent, Does being behind her by a year or two matter that much?

I think it makes the sex more… I'm overthinking. Stop!

Took time.

Not thinking about what to reply, I wanted to. Her gaze and the way she tilted her eyes and made that sexy face got me distracted.

I cleared my throat, "Yes, yes!"

She rolled her eyes," At least say it like you mean it. Say what you want, don't you dare to be shy with me Noah"

How could I have disagreed? I wanted to be her pet, to be tied up in her apartment for her pleasure. Yeah, she had turned into my obsession.

Being liberal, shameless, and straightforward made me think I could be her equal. That I could make love to her. That I would for that single moment reap gold… some kind of Cinderella.

"I w...want to make love to you. I want to sleep with you, B", I let my feelings out.

B didn't seem phased out by my reply, as if to her my reply was obvious. I was offended but fought the disappointment from showing on my face.

She said at last, "Do you have a girl?"

I shook my head in disagreement, I would have lied if otherwise.

She stroked her lips with an index finger.

"I see. Too bad that I can't make love to you Noah."

WHAT?

Those cold words cut deep inside me, what did I do wrong? I was so close. Maybe she wanted to fantasize about me cheating on a girl with her? Should I have lied?

I felt like saying I have a girlfriend, but then I would contradict myself in the process and show how deceitful I can be to get that which I wanted.

Once a typical weirdo, I now can't imagine how much I wanted to make love to her. She would be my first conquest in college, probably my last.

Why is she not interested in making love, what did I do?

My lustful mind took control, I hardly heard anything she said after that heartbreak.

But again, she's pretty, a junior, and rich, why would she bother with someone like me? I was extrapolating again, thinking about a future not attainable. I was hurt, but didn't take it to heart just yet, because I had aimed too high.

Maybe I'll find myself a normal freshman girl, who can revive my imagination ab

out college girls and leave the rich kids for the people at their level.

I could have spent the entire evening consoling my hurt ego, but she got me out of my mind.