Page 31 of Craved By Lust

“Jessica!” he beams prettily, eyes flashing as he takes me in with my rather plain clothes in comparison to him, who’s still cross-dressed, but he changed his style again. Now he’s decked out in a more casual but stylish look. Rocking our school, Bay State Uni, hoodie and grey sweatpants, a black chain link necklace, and black studded earrings. The craziest part is how effortlessly he makes casual wear look GQ. “I missed you. That’s why I’m here,” he smiles, and my heart skips.I just saw him yesterday, but I’m this giddy to see him again?

I’m not usually this excitable when it comes to hanging out with anyone other than Faythe and Beatrice. Even when I hung out with Matt, I usually had to force myself to be happy, but with Frank, it’s effortless.

“I… I missed you, too. Oh… uhm… come in,” I tell him as I step aside, letting him into my apartment. He goes straight over to the kitchen as if he owns the place, sets some grocery bags down, and immediately starts looking through my cabinets. He pullsout a vase I’ve never used before that was given to me by my mom and takes out a beautiful arrangement of flowers, setting them inside.Uhmm. “Th-those are nice.”

“Right?! They reminded me of you, so I picked them up and brought them,” he says as he sets them in the middle of the island.

“Fl… flowers for me?” I cock my head to the side, blinking, and he smiles prettily.

“For who else but my girl?”

“Oh wow! Thank you!” My lips form an O, stunned because I don’t think I’ve ever received flowers from a guy before, and not because I don’t like them. I just think guys assume I don’t consider them my style, considering the sport I play, so having Frank hand them to me makes my heart flutter a bit.

“Anything for you, Jessica,” he smiles, stepping directly in front of me, invading my space and making me a bit self-conscious.

“Uhm… thank you, but are you sure you’re feeling well?” I question. “I mean… yesterday at the mall, you made y-your brother drop me off at home, and even though you texted last night that you were better… that was a lot of blood,” I explain and he narrows his eyes at me.

“He didn’t do anything weird, right?”

That makes me cock my head to the side with a chuckle.

“I mean… if you consider muttering about you being a cheap bastard, then yeah. But aside from that, he was perfectly respectable. He even told me to make sure to text you that I made it home and waited for me to get into my apartment,” I tell him.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to kill my own brother,” he smiles and I chuckle at his ridiculous joke.

“Me either,” I snort at his antics. “Oh, I was looking for you on campus. Do you not be in my area?” I ask, going over to stand next to him and see what he brought.

“Oh me? I don’t be on campus much. I usually take my classes online and attend one class in person,” he says as pulls out all types of shit, from meat, to potatoes, veggies, etcetera, and I poke out a lip.What the fuck? Did he go grocery shopping?

“That explains why I’ve never seen you on campus before… what do you major in? I major in Sports Media. Once I’m drafted to go pro and I finish out by setting my name in stone and paving the way for more young girls, then I’ll break the mold and pave the way again and commentate on the sport, and show the guys that girls knowandcan play football too,” I admit and he smiles at my goal.It’s the first time a guys has genuinely listened to me and not made fun of it.

“And you can do it too, Jessica.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “I have degrees in Sexual Education, Business, andsomething else… I can’t remember, but right now I’m studying Fashion Design. The class that I attend online is Professor Aspen Fergus’,” he tells me nonchalantly and I pick up my jaw from this man calling me stupid in multiple degrees…he can’t remember what the degree was?! How?!But we love a smart man…okurrt!

“O-oh wow! I heard her class is hard to get into because it’s always so packed.”

“It is. I was allowed in on a special recommendation when she saw the dress I wore to school. She also teaches interior design as well.”

“That’s so cool!” I listen to him speak, genuinely excited about his class and teacher for a while until he starts prepping some food.

“This is a lot…” I raise a brow at all the food he’s taking out.

“Of course it is. I was promised a movie date,” he smirks and glances at me out of the corner of his eye.Oh shit, I forgot.

“Sir, all you need to watch a show is popcorn. You look like you’re preparing a feast,” I chuckle and he shrugs.

“I am,” he winks, and my stomach dips. Being around him is like being around my best friend Faythe in a taller male form. It’s chaotic, fun, and a whirlwind. It’s kind of hard to believe weonly met Monday, a whole two days ago.It already feels like a lifetime.

“Uh huh…” I pick up the Oreos. “So is there anything I can do to help?” I ask, and he plucks them from my hands.

“Yup.” He sets the Oreos down, places his hands on my arms, and guides me out of my own kitchen to my living room. He gently pushes me down on the sofa, grasps the remote, and places it in my hand. He then takes my feet and plucks off my house shoes. I hide my feet in embarrassment, but he doesn’t seem to give a damn about my ashy-ass toes. No, he just lifts them while simultaneously moving the ottoman, propping them up.Uhm…

I thought he was done when he walked off, but nope. To my surprise, he comes back over with a fluffy blanket, which he rips the tag off of and pops off as if shaking the dust off, placing it over my body and handing me an icy beverage.Wait… when the hell did he have time to make this?

“This… this is what you can do to help. Sit there and be barefoot and preg… pretty!” he smiles and I chuckle.

“But this is my place. It’s rude to have a guest come in and I’m just sitting around like this,” I argue.

“Guest? But I’m your hus… friend.”

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