alone....😐
765 Words
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, but I didn't bother getting out of bed. My first class wasn't until 12 pm, so I had plenty of time to lounge around. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the soft cotton of my pajama shirt ride up my torso. The shirt was a faded black, with a small cartoon character emblazoned on the front. It was a silly thing, but it was comfortable, and I loved it.
As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I felt a sense of relaxation wash over me. I was still in my pajamas, and I had no intention of changing anytime soon. The shirt was a bit too small, and it hugged my curves in all the right places. I felt a sense of freedom in wearing it, like I was shedding all my worries and inhibitions along with my regular clothes.
I padded into the kitchen, my bare feet making barely a sound on the tile floor. Samuel was already there, sipping on a cup of coffee. He was dressed in his usual attire - a crisp white shirt and a pair of tailored trousers. He looked every inch the professor, and I felt a pang of affection for him.
"Morning, Syd," he said, handing me a cup of steaming hot coffee.
I took a sip, feeling the caffeine kick in. "Morning, kid."
As I poured myself a bowl of cereal, I noticed Xander walking into the kitchen. He was still in his pajamas, a pair of worn jeans and a faded gray shirt. His dark hair was mussed, and his eyes looked bleary. He had a cold, and it was clear that he wasn't feeling well.
"Morning," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me. There was something intense about him, something that made me feel like he could see right through me. I pushed the feeling aside, telling myself I was just being paranoid.
Samuel clapped Xander on the back. "Hey, man, how's the cold?"
Xander shrugged, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "It's okay, I guess. Just feeling a bit rough."
Samuel nodded sympathetically. "Well, take it easy today, okay? Don't push yourself."
Xander nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a sense of unease under his gaze, like he was trying to read me or something. I looked away, focusing on my cereal.
As we ate our breakfast, the tension in the room was palpable. Xander's presence seemed to fill the space, making it feel smaller and more intimate. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering what he was thinking.
Samuel, oblivious to the tension, chatted away about his day. He had a meeting with some colleagues, and he was planning on grabbing lunch with them afterwards. I listened politely, nodding along as he spoke.
As we finished up our breakfast, Samuel glanced at his watch. "Time for me to go," he said, standing up.
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The tension in the room was starting to get to me, and I was grateful for the distraction.
Samuel leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Have a good day, Syd. I'll see you tonight."
I smiled, watching as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door. As soon as he was gone, the tension in the room seemed to ramp up. Xander and I were alone now, and it felt...intense.
Xander leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me, his gaze burning with an inner intensity.
"You're not going to class until later, right?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
I nodded, feeling a sense of unease. "Yeah, my first class isn't until 12 pm."
Xander nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm going to go lie down for a bit. This cold is kicking my butt."
I nodded sympathetically, feeling a pang of concern for him. "Yeah, go take care of yourself. I'll catch you later."
Xander nodded, pushing off from the counter. As he walked past me, I felt a sense of electricity run through my body. It was like he was drawing me to him, even though he wasn't even touching me.
I watched as he disappeared into his room, feeling a sense of confusion wash over me. What was going on with me? Why was I reacting to Xander like this?
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