“Whitney?” I ask as nonchalantly as possible. She’s there already? So much for a study break. A smile pulls at my lips that she’s there because I told her I was spending the day there.

“Yeah, she came over for breakfast and to work on her paper. I guess she’s bored at her house. But I don’t think she’s getting much work done today if she’s already had a mimosa.” I hear her voice in the background and I wish I could hear what she said. “Oh, she says, one won’t hurt.” He laughs and I’m grateful that he spoke the words that had gotten lost in translation. “So, breakfast?”

“Yeah, of course. You know I can’t say no to Michelle’s waffles.” Or the idea of being around Whitney.

But you’re going to be around Kev and Miche, act accordingly.

Whitney is seated on the couch, with her legs propped up on the coffee table in front of her with her computer perched in her lap. Her notebook is next to her and a variety of textbooks occupy the space next to her and on the table. A pen is nestled between her teeth and air pods are in her ears. I narrow my gaze when I note the round frames around her eyes and I wonder when she started wearing glasses. Upon further inspection, I’m wondering if they’re blue light glasses based on the reflection I see on the lenses. She still hasn’t noticed me, and Kevin and Michelle must be in another room because she’s in the living room by herself with the pre-game show playing. The San Francisco 49ers are playing the Seattle Seahawks making for one of the biggest games of the day.

I move into Whitney’s line of sight and drop to the couch next to her. Her tanned bare legs are on display under the black cotton dress she’s wearing. “Fancy seeing you here.”

She smiles as she pulls an air pod out. “I just thought…”

“Can’t stay away from me, huh?” I tease and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, drawing my attention to her sexy little tits. I pry my eyes away from them, to meet her gaze. “Hey, I told you I was coming here first. So that means that you followed me here. Don’t get me wrong, I am flattered that you wanted to see me.”

She rolls her eyes before turning back to her paper. “I can leave, you know.”

“Please don’t,” I whisper and I watch as she shivers. She swallows and squirms in her seat and the fact that she might be getting turned on by me makes my cock throb in my jeans. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I tell her. “I tried. I went for a run this morning and you were all I could think about.” She’s not looking at me, but I can tell she’s not paying attention to whatever’s on her screen. She lets out a sigh, letting her eyes flutter closed before opening them again. I decide to push her because she’s here at her parents’ house and there has to be a reason for that. “Did you think about me at all last night?”