Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
I'm a puddle on the couch in the wake of that orgasm. I couldn’t move if the place suddenly caught fire.
Silvan kisses my pussy before pulling back and closing my legs, then he sits on the couch next to me and pulls me against him.
I’m boneless, but I sink against his strong body and close my eyes.
I lay on him for a few minutes until I regain a sense of strength in my extremities. When I finally look up at him, I find a satisfied grin on his face. “I think this place is going to work out just fine.”
Chapter thirty-five
Sophie
When I get back to my dorm, it’s dark.
It gets darker earlier these days, though. It’s not really that late.
We had dinner at some Italian place—not the one beneath the apartment, but one within walking distance. There’s a lot of stuff in walking distance of that apartment.
I don’t want to think about the dream apartment, though. I take out my key to unlock the door, but I get a strong whiff of sautéed garlic coming from inside my dorm room, so I know someone is home.
I drop my key back into my purse and open the door.
Instant chaos.
Everyone is home and the place is small—feels smaller now that I’ve just been through that massive apartment with Silvan—so the room feels crowded.
"There she is," Rumi says, glancing over her shoulder as she uses her spatula to move something around in the skillet.
"I guess she isn't ghosting us after all," Sabrina says, cocking an unimpressed eyebrow at me.
"Sorry," I say, shutting the door. "I know I haven't been home all weekend. It's a long story."
"Seems like it, but that's not why we're mad."
"You really went and got a new place without even telling us?" Rumi demands.
"I know having roommates isn't your favorite, but I thought we all got along," Sabrina agrees. "I can't believe you didn't even have the decency to tell us."
My jaw drops open. "What are you talking about?"
Before anyone has a chance to answer me, two huge men come out of the bedroom and down the hall in my direction. My eyes widen as I take in the boxes they're carrying. I step out of the way so as not to get trampled, but I'm completely confused.
“What are they doing?”
Kendra stares at me. “Moving your shit, Sophie. What do you think they’re doing?”
My heart sinks. "Already?"
Kendra frowns. "What do you mean, already? Isn't that what you've been doing this weekend?"
"No! I just went through the apartment like an hour ago. I didn't know..."
It won't make any sense if I explain myself, will it?
I'll sound like a liar.
“Your roommates helped us get everything boxed up,” the moving guy tells me as he heads for the door. “Might want to take a look around, see if we missed anything.”
Sabrina glares at his back but waits until he walks out to mutter, “Like she has anything worth stealing.”
“Sabrina,” Rumi says.
“What? I’m pissed.”
“Look, I get it,” I say. “I understand you probably don’t believe me, but I had no idea he was moving my stuff out tonight. I had no idea moving was even a thing that was happening until after school today. I wouldn’t have left you high and dry like this.”
“Who’s ‘he’?” Rumi asks, her curiosity getting the better of her. “You’re not talking about Silvan?”
I nod. “He’s moving into this apartment, and he wants me to move in with him.”
Sabrina’s eyes practically pop out of her skull. “Seriously? You guys have been dating for like five minutes.”
A short laugh escapes me. “Yeah, I know.”
Sabrina cuts a look at Rumi. “If I text a guy too many times, he ghosts me. Meanwhile she has the richest guy on campus literally falling at her feet after knowing her for like two days.”
“Green is not a cute color on you,” Kendra informs her, then cuts her gaze back to me, frowning. “You seriously didn’t know?”
“I bet his apartment is awesome,” Rumi says.
“I’m just really trying to wrap my head around how this man moved your shit out of your apartment without your knowledge, let alone your consent,” Kendra says, touching her temples. “This does not compute for me.”
“It’s a long story.” Since I’m not going to hang around and tell it, I head down the hall to see what the movers have packed.
Since the dorm is so small and I didn’t want to take up more than my fair share of the space, most of my stuff is at my mom’s house. I only kept the essentials here.
Looks like they got everything.
Is this the last time I’ll be here? All my stuff is out, so I guess so. I got along fine with my roommates, but realistically, I don’t see myself going out of my way to see any of them again. It’s the kind of thing people say they’ll do but never actually do. I tend not to make the promise in the first place.