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Scarlett opened her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. She yawned, a strange thing to do following 8 hours of sleep. And snuggled deeper into her bed and looked around the room. It was then that she noticed the empty, un-made bed belonging to Chelsea. Chelsea wouldn’t leave her bed un-made, she was such a neat freak she was practically an obsessive compulsive. Everything of hers was arranged in dead straight lines, her shoes, books and bags. Scarlett shrugged it off and guessed she must have been in a rush or something. The door swung open and Troy walked in, bag of donuts and 2 coffees in hand.

“Morning Gorgeous” he said as he bent down and placed a kiss on her lips.

“Morning” she mumbled back as she watched him. Every Friday morning he would bound through her door, his hair wet from the morning’s surf, and set up ‘breakfast’ for them on the floor. She watched as he meticulously placed the cups of coffee opposite each other and slid the donuts onto a white plate. He placed his hands behind his head, satisfied with his work. He looked at her and sighed.

“Well your going to have to get out of bed if you want these” he said brandishing the plate of donuts.

“Or you could just feed them to me?” she suggested. He laughed and shook his head.

“It’s too early in the morning for all that mushy crap” he joked.

“I’m your girlfriend, you’re not supposed to care what time of the day it is”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, out!” When Scarlett didn’t move he stalked toward the bed and grabbed her from under the duvet, he picked her up and carried her over to the window.

“My hero” Scarlett said in a damsel-in-distress tone.

“Just eat it will you!” he said growing more impatient. Scarlett leant across the DIY breakfast and kissed him softly on the lips. He tried for more but she pulled away.

“Thank You” she whispered. He nodded and she went back to eating.

“Where’s Chelsea?” asked Troy, looking round the room

“Dunno, I woke up and she was gone” Scarlett shrugged. She finished her donut.

Time for Troy’s favourite part of breakfast. He knelt on all fours and leant into Scarlett. He licked the sugar off her lips and moved in closer. He pressed her down into the floor as he braced himself on either side of her shoulders. She eagerly kissed him back as they lay on the floor. She traced circles on his back with her fingers while he pushed up her pyjama tank. He pulled it up over her head and kissed her neck. Scarlett whispered his name as she became wrapped in the moment. It was only when Troy reached for her PJ shorts that she came to her senses and pushed him off.

They sat, panting, and looking at each other for a moment. Scarlett reached behind her and pulled the tank back on.

“I’m sorry but I’m just not ready” she said, ashamed to face him.

“Hey” he said soothingly as he reached her and pulled her head to his chest “It doesn’t matter to me, I can wait as long as you want” he said as he stroked her hair calming her down.

“I know it’s just I feel so bad because I love you so much but I just cant” she admitted. She had the three words months ago but they hadn’t been reciprocated. At first she was upset and felt rejected but she knew he would soon.

“Babe, I’m happy to just be with you and kiss you, hold you and cuddle you. I don’t need the sex” he said, his sensitive side showing. In public Troy was a real man’s man but behind closed doors he was so sensitive and caring, Scarlett couldn’t help but love him.

“But sex would be nice” he added jokingly. Scarlett laughed and reached up to kiss him.

“Fuck” was Chelsea’s first thought as she awoke in the strange room and bed. She opened her eyes reluctantly and stared round at the room. Then it all came back to her. After the 3am wake up call, the ‘query’, and the hot and heavy make-out session she and Alex had ended up lying on his bed, their bodies pressed together as she buried her head in his shoulder. That was all she remembered. She sat up in the bed and for the first time noticed the décor. It had been painted in a deep crimson red with a crème carpet. Paintings of Black un-recognisable objects hung from the wall and a plasma TV had been placed on the wall opposite the bed. A typical bachelor bad.

Her blue eyes stopped on a black leather chair where a certain blonde was slumped lazily watching her.

“You could have slept in the bed with me, I’m not a prude” she said, seeing the blanket discarded on the floor. To anyone but Chelsea that would have been a step couples took after weeks if not months of dating. But Chelsea just figured it would happen eventually so why not get a head start. She would never, ever do anything until they had been a couple for at least a couple months; first-date-sex was so desperate.

“A gentlemen should always let the lady have her space” he replied, sleep hanging from his eyes.

“Yeah well, this lady would have preferred someone next to her” she smirked. She glanced at the clock and saw it was 9Am.

Chelsea kicked the covers away from her and jumped out the bed. She walked, confidently, over to Alex and straddled him on the chair. Their eyes locked and Chelsea could have sworn she saw steam rising from the both of them. The stared intently at each other, blue eyes meeting green. She leant forward and pressed her lips to his. He groaned quietly and grabbed onto her hips. She pulled away.

“Have I told you what a great kisser you are?” he said, slightly out of breath.

“Yes, but I don’t mind hearing it again” she smirked, matching his permanent one. She slid into his lap and he placed an arm round her shoulders. Chelsea had never felt such a connection with anyone. They had barely known each other a day but there was something about Alex that suited her, but she couldn’t place it. Looking at him in the bright light she realised how gorgeous he actually was. He was hot; in an Alex Pettyfer kind of way- they could have been related.

She realised that there was only one double bed in the room. Strange, as everyone had room-mates. Even Chelsea’s, very influential, father couldn’t score her a private room.

“Did they tell you when your room-mate is arriving?” she questioned.

“Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea” he repeated, shaking his head amused. “Someone like me doesn’t have a room-mate” he chuckled.

“Some-one like you?” Chelsea asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Yes, someone likes me” he silenced her with a kiss and reached up to caress her cheek.

But Chelsea wasn’t giving up “What do you mean?” she whined.

“You’ll find out soon enough” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin. She gave him a sceptical look but he merely smirked, god that was getting annoying. Well almost.

“I should probably get going” Chelsea said to Alex. Alex shrugged his face blank. Hopefully everyone would still be in their dorms, or class and no-one would see her. She was still in her pj’s, as was Alex. The sun was now flooding the room with white light and casting shadows over the few items in the room.

Chelsea pulled herself out of the boy’s lap and smoothed down her camisole. She heard Alex stand up behind her and walked to his door. He followed and as she was about to reach out to pull on the handle he grabbed her arm and twirled her round so she was pressed against him. He snaked an arm round her waist and for the first time that morning, initiated the kiss. A kiss that practically swept Chelsea off her feet. It was slow and soft, yes full of meaning. What it meant she couldn’t quite figure out. He broke the kiss and smirked at her. He let his arm drop and shrugged again.

Chelsea smirked back at him and left the room. She needed to sort her head out, and quick.

Alex Pettyfer is the boy out of storm breaker, he is gorgeous!

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