The next day when I wake up, the end of last night immediately comes back to me and I stand up quickly to check that Chris didn’t sneak into my bed while I slept. I’m relieved—but also disappointed—not to find him there.
I had to fight with him to outright bar him from my room, despite his promises to behave himself, and other shameless lies heard from his mouth, while his eyes were clear that his intentions were not chaste. In the end, I was successful in explaining that I needed more time to pass this course. After a sulky pout, he heaved a sigh and settled on the couch.
I wanted to sleep with him. Only, that’s it... he doesn’t seem like the type to just rest quietly without a lot of sweating beforehand.
I get up and leave the bedroom. I can’t help myself, but when I hear his breathi
