Promise Me to Please | Please Me #2

I was scribbling down notes for Professor Glenn's Business assignment, I only had a few days to get this done so my head was in full work mode. So far, I had six bullet points for six different topics, a bunch of articles and news tabs open on my laptop, as well as a very carefully crafted set of graphs and pie charts by yours truly.

I loved the planning part of essays and as psycho as I sounded saying this, I loved big essays. It really gave me something to sink my teeth into. Smaller essays always felt undeveloped because all I could think when writing was how much better it would be if I was given a bigger wordcount to flesh it out some more.

I took a small break, reaching for my black coffee. My eyes caught on Christopher sitting across from me, book in one hand and pen in the other as he scribbled down notes in a notebook.

He finally replied to my text last night after dinner with Cora. So, we settled on a local coffee shop early this morning.

"What?" Knowles looked up at me. Shit, was I staring?

"Nothing." I quickly looked back to my screen and anxiously tapped my finger on a key. "How's the book coming along?" I asked in an attempted to make conversation.

We hadn't spoken much since we both had a lot of college work to do. However, the silence felt a little too far stretched and I was itching for some conversation.

"Really good." He answered. "I've read it before but it's better this time rereading it." I studied the cover, Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. I slightly recognised it.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "Of course you've read it before."

I spotted the small smile pulling up the corners of his lips. "I'm a man with a hobby and that hobby is reading."

"Do you not have any other hobbies?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Do you?"

"I have plenty of hobbies."

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow. He was doubting me.

I folded my arms over my chest. "I read too... sometimes." That wasn't exactly a lie. I read a lot of news articles and some autobiographies here and there. Fiction wasn't really my thing.

"What's your favourite book?" he suddenly asked, crossing his arms to mimic me. The weather was still depressingly cold, so he wore a sweater and a pair of jeans. For some reasons this look felt more casual than his usual ones in the city. Maybe it was because he was fresh from home, or he wanted to dress more comfortably for studying.

I liked comfortable dressed Chris. I liked him in a button-up too. And even in his work outfits. Him naked especially –

"Rya?" his use of my name snapped me out of my thoughts.

I blinked a few times, pulling myself back to the moment. "Huh?"

He chuckled, "I lost you there for a moment, where'd you go?"

I was thinking about you naked. No, I wasn't. Nuh uh. I was appreciating his wardrobe. "Just thinking about my assignment, sorry."

He nodded, leaning back in his chair. I spotted the tiniest slither of skin glimpse from between his jeans and lifted sweater. Smooth and golden and – no, stop it. I was not going to fantasize about him. I was just desperate to get laid, that's all.

I stared back up at his face but faltered at the expectant expression. "What?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow, "Your favourite book?" oh shit, how did I forget that question? Urgh, that wasn't a good look, I was always on the mark.