𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙣

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

Saturn
• • •

When I awoke in Calvin's bed, I knew exactly where I was. This did not, however, make the shock factor any less severe.

Although my memory was weak, his room was unforgettable in the most drab way possible. A severe lack of decor, his overwhelming scent. Calvin himself, emerging from the bathroom...

...Wearing nothing but a thin white towel around his waist.

"Morning," Calvin said casually, as if this was a daily occasion, "how did you sleep?"

I widened my eyes at him. "How did I sleep?" Who was this boy and what had he done with Calvin?

"That's what I asked, is it not?"

I looked away from him, shaking my head. His attitude never failed to return, even now that he had decided to be nice to me all of a sudden.

"I have class," I said, hurriedly throwing the blankets off of me. I snatched my bag from the ground, and Calvin watched me with surprise. Had he not expected me to be anxious waking up in his bed without meaning to?

I left him standing in the middle of his room practically naked, looking concerned. Both of us were in awe. I raced to my building, unlocked my door, and fell against it once safely inside. I let out a shuddered breath. Had that really just happened?

I stood against the door for many moments, pondering. Nova leapt off the window ledge and circled my legs in an attempt to calm me. I snapped back to reality when I heard Lianna's door open. She was headed to breakfast, and I should have been too.

In a daze, I dressed myself and gathered my books for class. In the dining hall, my mind remained elsewhere. Exactly where it was, I could not bear to admit.

"Saturn."

Lianna looked at me expectantly. "I've said your name four times. What's going on?"

"Sorry, I was just distracted," I said softly, brushing her off.

Zaire's near constant smirk flashed. "Distracted by daydreams of Calvin?" he mused.

I rolled my eyes, feigning disgust. In reality, Zaire was all too correct. If only he had known the truth about what had occurred this morning, he would lose his mind. I was losing my mind. How had I allowed myself to fall asleep in Calvin's bed? Perhaps it was the soothing aroma of his room, or the fact that I was actually starting to appreciate his company.

Or maybe it was how incredible he looked wearing nothing but a small white towel.