Travis
So you have lots of practice then. But maybe just slip in a little mention about how big you think my dick is.
Viola
Not as big as your ego apparently!
Travis
You can’t help but love both qualities about me, though. ??
I laugh to myself, knowing he’s right about that.
After sending him one last good night text, I grab my Kindle and fall asleep.
I hear noises coming from outside my door, which means my roommates are up and have absolutely no consideration for anyone else in the house. Rolling over, I grab my phone and see a collection of text messages from Travis.
Top 5 reasons you have the best boyfriend in the world…
#1. You’ll always look good on my arm (my very muscular arm, of course).
#2. I’ll always let you eat the last french fry off my plate, even if you dip them in mayo and it’s the grossest thing ever.
I chuckle at the second one, remembering when we were kids that he always shared his fries with me because I always ran out before everyone else.
#3. I’ll always let you be the first to count to 5 — you’re welcome.
#4. Even though I’d never admit it publicly, I’ll watch your cheesy chick flicks with you (mostly because I hope it ends with you underneath me).
I laugh at the memory of us watchingBridget Jones’ Diary.
#5. I’ll eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, or dinner (actually all 3 because I’m a greedy bastard).
By his last text, I’m blushing like hell and giggling all at the same time. It still doesn’t feel real. I decide to return the favor and text him back before I have to get ready and leave.
Top 5 reasons you have the best girlfriend in the world…
#1-5. She puts up with your shit.
Bonus reason: Mary-Kate and Ashley (you’re welcome).
I smile proudly and finally get up to take a shower. Once I’m dressed and my hair is brushed, I head out to the kitchen where my roommates are all hovering over the coffeepot as if it’s going to spew out million-dollar bills at any moment.
“Who is this stranger?” Ashley asks with a smile.
“I think she lives here,” Kate adds.
“We haven’t seen you in years!” Kayla exclaims dramatically.
I roll my eyes as I drop my bag on top of the table.
“You’re all drama queens,” I fire back. “And for the record, I do live here between studying and trying to get some sleep.”
“And getting laid,” Kayla quips. Her light brown hair is twisted up into a messy bun, and her makeup is still on from the night before. We haven’t hung out a lot this semester, but we’ve known each other for the past couple of years. She’s usually the quiet one, too, so the fact that she’s the one to mention that makes me suspicious of what they’re all thinking.
I furrow my brows, acting confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I pretend to look for something in my bag, but I know they can see right through me.
“You have it written all over you, girlfriend,” Ashley speaks up. “You’re gone for lunch almost every day and you’re distracted when you actually are here, or rather, when you aren’t locked up in your room, and you haven’t been able to wipe that stupid giddy smile off your face for the past week.”