Thristy for us

Chapter 6. Jealousy or lust?



Not much later we are together at the door of Wyat and his roommate whom I haven’t met before, until now. “Colten?” I stare at him in wonder, causing him to smile at me until he sees Rondy next to me. “Hello Avery, what are you doing here?” Asks Colten still looking at Rondy who he would rather not have seen, as it turns out.

“Is Wyat here? Or Miranda? I haven’t seen her in a while,” I ask concerned Colten who is now looking me in the eye, ignoring Rondy as much as possible. “Miranda is home from an emergency and will be back tomorrow,” I hear the voice of Wyat who now also comes to the door. “Ok.” That is all I say to him. I don’t want to stand here any longer than I have to.

“Have you thought about your decision yet,” Wyat says, still in the door as I look back at him, with Rondy’s hand back in mine. “About what?” I ask him, exasperated and glad to have Rondy with me. “You know, well enough, what I’m talking about,” he snarls at me, causing the other two boys to start staring at Wyat. I give him one last look and just walk away without giving him an answer. Whether I would answer that question, never. He is not in charge and I do what I want! I stay where I am and will stay until the end of my college years.

Rondy steps with me to my room where he continues to shuffle from leg to leg at the door, clearly nervous, “Do you want to come in?” I ask him as disinterested as possible so as not to encourage him in the feelings he is showing me.

“Gladly,” he says, smiling, and steps into my room, examining everything on my desk with an interested look. I continue to stand at the door, taking him in. He is so handsome with his black hair with a lock of hair always falling in front of his eyes. And if that is not something that already built my lust for him, it is his light blue eyes, just like the sky. He comes closer and takes me back in his arms, but this time with more passion and conviction. Now I begin to overthink my decision. Was it a good idea to invite him in to be alone together? Do I want this to go beyond friendship?

He is handsome, though those yellow eyes with dark blue speckles like sapphires keep following me. The eyes from my dream. Suddenly it occurs to me, that the eyes of Wyat are the same.

Do I begin to see him in my dreams too? However, that’s almost impossible because it wasn’t human. My imagination must be acting up again in this dream, how else can I explain what I saw?

I feel his hands run down my back as I feel his warm breath by my ear, sending a tingle through my body. I am starting to get aroused. Who wouldn’t be with a handsome boy alone in the room, longing for you?

When I feel his lips on my neck with the vibration of his voice against my neck, whispering in my ear; “You are beautiful.” He goes with his lips over my shoulder to the incision of the lavender-colored blouse I am wearing. I hear myself letting out a moan as I feel his lips go lower and lower, as do his hands taking hold of my bottom and starting to turn me on more and more.

What are you doing? Keeps my head screaming at me. My head says not to, but the lust I feel coming from my female parts says to. Do I want to lose my virginity to him?

Then, as he wants to take hold of my breast, I hear a knock on the door. I pull myself away from him to open the door, causing him to let out a disappointed moan. Ignoring him with his sigh of disappointment, I open the door. None other than Wyat Elys is at my door. “What do you want now!” I wave my hands in the air in exasperation. How do I get rid of that irritating ass?

“I need to talk to you, it’s about Miranda,” he says, glancing at Rondy who comes to stand next to me. Rondy looks at Wyat as if he could pounce on him for bothering us. “Can’t we do this later? As you can see, you’re interrupting,” Rondy says before I can answer. Wyat looks at him as if he could strangle him. I just can’t make out why he cared. Why does he care who I’m here with, and why did he have to come now? He might as well have said it when I was at his doorstep.

“Did I ask you something!” Growls Wyat now with his gaze focused on Rondy. “Wyat, tell me what’s up and get lost.” I let out a sigh of boredom, not because I don’t want to know what’s up with Miranda, but because he’s here again. Couldn’t he send his brother? I like Colten, Wyat not really.

“I have to tell you in private,” he says, still looking at Rondy and not me. “Wyat if it’s that important you can just say it. Rondy is a friend of mine.” Rondy looks a little hurt but quickly recovers by looking back at Wyat with eyes full of hate. What is it between these two guys? Do they know each other, or did something ever happen between those two?

“I can’t.” That’s the last thing he says before grabbing Rondy and putting him outside, so he can come in alone. Shocked, I look at him. He has just thrown Rondy outside, who is now knocking on the door, angry. “Seriously, Wyat, don’t you know any boundaries?” I ask him annoyed as I stand in front of him tempted to throw him out too. This is just absurd! I want to walk to the door now to let Rondy in, but Wyat grabs my arm before I can grab the door handle to let him back in. “Leave that,” Wyat says sternly, pulling me toward him with those piercing eyes fixed on me.

The magic between us is so palpable. Our eyes continue to stare into each other’s, and I don’t know if that look of his is out of hatred or something else. Something I don’t want or can’t feel. Though, it would seem absurd to me that he would feel anything at all for me. He is Wyat Elys, the boy who is only seen with Miranda. The boy who promised her, who have known each other for so long. Not that I know much about it beyond what I’ve heard. Though that boy is here now looking to kiss me.


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