Micah sits across from me a smirk on his face, I take a sip from my iced tea looking back at him. His stare doesn't ever leave me alone, even when our food comes. I just want to know what he must think of me, the boring girl who spends her Saturdays doing homework and ignoring the shirtless, tattooed man in her bed.
"Quit it," I look at him cutting my poached egg on bread.
A smirk is Micah's reply to my words before he drops his stare which bares holes in my soul. I can't help but think of the things he wants from me, the way he touches me, the way he stares. I can only guess but I'm sure I know what he wants.
I'm only positive.
I continue to eat my lunch, all expenses paid by Micah. My outfit also so delicately picked by Micah, the most expensive brands in my small closet and the least coverage over my skin. I could only imagine what my parents would say about my appearance.. The off-the-shoulder top with a high waisted skirt which reaches mid thigh.
"Micah," I breathe out. "What do you want with me?"
"I don't like it when you ask me questions, Rose," he looks up at me. The look in his face only tells me not to push this subject any further, I listen to my gut knowing Micah could do his worst to me.
"Thank you," I say finishing my meal.
"For?"
"Paying for my food, again."
"You shouldn't expect any less from me, Rose," he grins also finishing his meal. "Lets go, I have a place to be."
"Your dropping me off," I watch him, "right?"
He fakes a sad face, "but I'll miss my Rose."
I shake my head at him hiding my smile. "You can always see me.. again," I stand up. Micah wraps his arm around my waist pulling me into his chest where I now find comfort from.
Micah opens his car door for me, I smile before getting in. I know getting close to him is wrong so why do I continue to smile and get in his car whenever he wants? There something about this man that I know nothing of but a name that continually makes me pull him in and let him come close.
I know it's more than wrong to feel this way about Micah. I know his desire that's why I hate myself for becoming close to him, I should leave before we become to close - before anything wrong happens.
"You're taking me home now," I breathe out, "right?"
"I guess so kitten," he grins. "I will miss your pretty face when you're not around tonight."
I won't miss you.
I watch the buildings pass as he drives me back to the campus. In his fast sports car we are there in no time at all, "do I get a goodbye kiss, Rose?" Micah asks before I unbuckle my seatbelt.
Shaking my head I quickly hop out the car before he can get one from me himself, "I'll see you."
"Don't think about me too much, Rose."
"Trust me, I won't."
"Won't be saying the same for me," he smirks watching me.
