“Don’t even think about it, Ben. We need to go soon. I’m going home alone, and you’re heading to the dorms. It’s school tomorrow.”
I groaned and dropped back onto the bed. “I only have a single class tomorrow, but there isn’t anything important going on, so can't I skip it?”
Angela rolled her eyes at me. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it as she dried her hair with the towel draped over her shoulders.
“It might not be my class, but you shouldn’t be skipping in your final year. Even if you can keep your grades up, the school takes attendance, you know? And even if you do skip, I can’t, and I’ve got classes to teach tomorrow.”
She stood up and slipped off the bathrobe. I watched her body appreciatively as she pulled on her clothes.
“Can't we stay for a little longer at least?” I pleaded.
“No,” she said immediately. “Ben, come on. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again.”
I knew she was right, but I didn’t want to go back to school, where I had to act like she was just my professor, not to mention I’d have to deal with my friends asking where I was the whole weekend. I rarely missed parties, so they’d expect an explanation, and if I refused to give one, they’d keep bugging me about it.
Angela was right, though. We had to leave at some point, and I would be going to her place tomorrow night. I slipped off the bed, grabbing my phone as I went, and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her softly, enjoying her weight against my chest as she leaned into me.
“I had a good time,” I admitted, kissing her forehead, then hugging her to me. “It would be so nice if we could just stay like this…”
“I know,” she said, voice quiet. “But it’s not that simple. We can come here again, though, if you’d like.”
“Yeah. I guess I could always go back to catch up on my sleep.”
She huffed, warm breath washing over my chest through my shirt. “I need some of that, too.”
I pulled away to look down at her. “Why? You were mostly sleeping the whole weekend.”
“That’s because I was exhausted,” she rolled her eyes, but softened it with a smile. “And it was your fault, anyway, so you can't complain. I’ll be leaving first, and you can leave a little later. I booked it until tomorrow, anyway.”
“Then why can't we leave tomorrow?”
She glared. “Because neither of us brought a change of clothes. Which was fine since we didn’t need the clothes once they came off on Friday, but I can't lecture looking like this.”
“Fine,” I agreed with a sigh. “But only because I don’t want you showing off this dress to anyone. You already have one puppy after you, who knows how many more will raise their heads?”
“If you’re talking about Kevin, he’s completely harmless.”
“He has a crush on you, though,” I said glumly.
It was easy enough to see. Almost every single time, when class was over, he would go up to talk to her before anyone else. I’d noticed before and hadn't paid much attention, but now that Angela and I had gotten closer, the behavior bothered me.
“Are you sure you can't stay?” I asked.
“Are we really still talking about this?” She countered, looking surprised.
Talking about Kevin was enough to make me want to spend some more time with her, so I could reconfirm it for the both of us that she was mine. Besides, we didn’t get to do anything today at all. We did have quite a bit of fun yesterday, though.
“Won't you at least eat with me tonight, then?” I offered. “There’s a restaurant downstairs. Or, if you’re worried about someone recognizing us, there are plenty of restaurants in this area.”
She chuckled. “There’s a reason we didn’t step out of here. The school is still close to here. If anyone sees us together outside, it would be a disaster. I could lose my job, and you could get into trouble… only you never get in trouble, so it’s just my job in jeopardy here.”
I frowned. “How far are we from the end of the semester?”
She lightly smacked me on the shoulder, pulling away from my hold. “That’s something you should know. There’s still more than a month, nearly two. You’ve got exams soon, and you must have some assignments. Focus on those. Also, aren’t you supposed to be on the swim team? When do you even get the time to go for practice?”
I kept quiet about missing a lot of practice recently. It was just a formality at this point, though knowing Angela, she’d be irritated that I was skipping practice to spend more time with her.
“Anyway, I need to go home and catch up on my rest. I’ve got plenty of work tomorrow, and my body still feels exhausted. It doesn’t feel like I relaxed for a whole day after yesterday.”