-Chasity POV-
I laid out on the bed holding Ciara. We were both breathing heavy, trying to catch our breath. I feel like I had an extraordinary performance and just seeing Ciara right now proves it.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I'm perfect, I just want to know where that shit came from,"
I laughed for a second and so did she.
"Uhm, it didn't come from anywhere. I just wanted to let you remember what you were missing while you were out,"
"Oh so you did this on purpose," she laughed.
I shrugged my shoulders and she pushed me playfully.
We laid there together, her arms wrapped around my body.
"Sorry about what I did earlier," she said and she looked genuinely sad.
"It's okay," I kissed her forehead and played in her hair.
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The Freshman
RomanceChasity is starting her freshman year of college and soon develops a crush on her roommate who is already taken. She really wants a shot but her shyness and high morals won't bring her the guts to say something.
