||TAMIA||

Sometimes Mom likes saying that days pass by so fast like the blink of an eye. Well, I think when you are busy and not keeping tabs on them they do just that. However, when you are eagerly waiting or looking forward to something, they pass by at a pace slower than that of a tortoise.

To me, that is how September arrived after waiting for it for months on end. Then again, when I deeply think about it, the days did really pass by so fast if at the moment I am in line for my campus admission. I'm all excited to be here but the fact that I'm tailing at number nine hundred and twenty-six, that excitement is getting mixed up with frustration.

We left home at three in the AM so that we could arrive early as early as seven. Apparently, it looks like people spent the night on the road because how can I be at number nine hundred and twenty-six when I arrived at eight sharp? Damn, I hate standing in long queues. I have no patience for that but I'll be forced to gear up some because there is no other way.

It's not like I have a relative who will help me in breaking protocol. You know, the back door and all that. I wish I did. Anyway, what's keeping me from getting even more frustrated when the sun scorches our skin is the fact that at the end of today, I'll be admitted. I'll officially be a university student as I have always wanted. As my parents always wished and prayed. Oh, and the fact that Joe is with me. His presence is so divine right now.

“You should eat a little more to add on your weight,” Joe says as he checks out my admission letter—the medical report form.

That form annoyingly made me work on it so much. I had to take a couple of tests including a damn chest X-ray that I have no idea what they want to do with it.

“Fifty-three is perfect for me," I defend. "And for all I know, that weight might drop because I hear comrades barely have a straight three-meal timetable.”

“If you sleep hungry and I get to know about it, that will be a grave mistake,” he pointedly says but in a light tone. Though I know he does mean it.

"I'll be your favourite guest," I assure him with a smile. "Speaking of which, what have you decided about accommodations?"

He's joining campus next week. Precisely, University of Nairobi. The campus is literally within the capital and due to that little geographical detail, it's not easy to get affordable off-campus accommodations in the surroundings. Unless you want to pay half your annual school fees--if you're a government-sponsored student like us--for monthly rent.

Well, the self-sponsored students pay at least three times the amount paid by government students. So I can only imagine the house expenses added on top would be such a huge budget to bear. And that doesn't even include the upkeep and monthly allowances.

There is the university hostels option but Joe has made it clear he doesn't want to stay in the hostels. Spoilt brat but it's not like I am not supporting him on it. I want him to get an off-campus apartment where I can spend my weekends and any other day I don't feel like staying in school.

As for me, Mom absolutely refused to let me live off-campus. I knew that would be the case so I don't even know why I was trying. I'll not be moving out of hostels until second year. It is okay because at least by then, I'll be familiar with the environment and typically, I'll be more than ready to welcome the shift.

What's more, it will not be in forever as I'll only be staying in school for two semesters that I'm sure will pass by in the blink of an eye. The long holiday in between doesn't count as I'll be spending that time at home. I make a mental note to ensure that's the first and last long holiday I'm entirely staying home.

I need to find something that will keep me in the capital during long holidays so that visiting home will be reduced to a month or two when I feel generous. Well, it's not that I don't love home. I very much do. It's just that I feel like I've overstayed at home those past months and it's no fun always. So I have a clear picture of what such long holidays will entail.

"No hostel, no commuting. I'll be getting an apartment," he responds, much to my delight.

"That's too much freedom," I grumble instead, making him laugh.

"Baby love, remember when you told me that even after you get your ID you'll still be a kid?" I groan and nod with a nostalgic smile, recalling that English Contest at SPG. "You're already eighteen with an ID on the way but they will never let you go. Like I told you, you are their baby girl and they'll never see you as grown-up. Ever."

"I'm not complaining though. I have freedom as it is and that's what matters," I say.

The fact that I'll be away from my parents already means freedom. Freedom I'll have to utilise and not misuse only to end up getting fucked up.

"Yes, you do," he agrees. "Your parents will be calling from time to time. Your mom especially, might as well be calling daily but that will not hold back your freedom as much as having them close to you. So it is up to you now to decide what you want to do with that freedom. Just remember the options are two. Use it to make or ruin your life. Or maybe both."

"You're not old enough to start giving me advice," I pointedly say and he rolls his eyes with a fond smile. "But I hear you well and good, K~Prince. And just to put it out there, most likely, I might end up ruining my life because of decisions concerning us."

To that, he miserably tries hiding his smile but to no avail.

"I can't promise we'll not make some bad decisions that we might regret, but we will try," he says. "Now, move before someone starts complaining we're not keeping up with the queue."

I move until a millennium later, I'm an official student at Kenyatta University, famously known as KU in the school of pure and applied sciences, Analytical Chemistry option. As we move to the hostel--to finally settle in the room I got allocate about half an hour ago, we pass by a lineup of students advertising and registering students into various clubs.

I heard the MC for the day announce them and encourage us to join at least three. Three are too much given I don't even have an idea of whichever club I'd like to join or if I'd like to join at all. I decide that I'll just check them out while we pass and if I see one that nearly suits me, I can consider registering for it later in the semester.

"Not going to register for any club?" Dad asks, trailing closely behind me and Joe while dragging my suitcase beside him.

I'm carrying my backpack which has clothing I'll need later tonight along with some personal effects on my back and a bucket in my hand. Joe, on the other hand, is helping with the bedding.

"I've just realised I'm not a club fan. Even in high school I barely had one were it not for the computer club. Which shouldn't even count because that was a mandatory club for all computer students," I respond.

"Does being in a club help when it comes to grading?" Dad asks, of course, trying to gauge if I must get one.

"I don't know," I respond at the same time Joe does.

"I don't think so," he says. "They just insist on students registering for them to help them explore a bit and assist in developing talents and important skills."

"Yeah, that makes sense. But it's up to you to decide, Tams," he points out.

"I have time to investigate them later. For now, we'll just assume them," I say.

We stop by our hostel's reception to pick up the keys for my room which will be number eighty-six on block B. I didn't catch the actual name for my hostel but that isn't important as long I know the block. The receptionist behind the desk, who happens to be a dark middle-aged woman is swift to get us the key and a room condition form.

She tells me I'm supposed to fill it in upon seeing the room and confirming that everything needed is there and in the right condition too. Joe takes both on my behalf and we proceed upstairs. Dad, who seemingly got left behind on a call catches up with us.

On our way up, I take note of other freshmen dragging their suitcases along the hallways, their parents trailing behind them with the rest of their belongings while they look for their rooms. Upon stepping on the first floor, I check on the closest door for the room number. Fifty-six. Eighty-six can't be on this floor. So we proceed to the second floor where we find the room at the far of the left-side hallway. Point to note, it's one door or better yet, a room away from the bathrooms.

I unlock the room and push open the door. The air in here smells a bit dusty and vintage-ish if there is such a smell. The room looks decent though. Two bunk beds set against opposite walls, a huge window opposite the door and a large study table built against the same wall as the window.

Three plastic chairs--two green and a white wooden one--are tucked under the table. I take a few more steps inside, Joe and Dad doing the same. Well, there are closets flanked on each adjacent side of the door. I love the fact that the room has closets. Also, from what I see from the two locks attached to each, they are partitioned into two to fit the four of us who will be occupying the room.

I have zero idea who my roommates are or will be but I hope that we will all be compatible, to say the least. But so far, we are only two who have entered this room if the neatly spread upper bunk on the west side wall is any indication of occupancy.

"Looks like you already have a roommate," Joe says in observation, stepping further into the considerably large room.

He places my bedding on the table and takes his time to study the room. Dad pushes the suitcase in further and then pulls out the wooden chair before sitting on it.

"Check if everything is okay with the room?" Dad says upon sitting.

I know he is tired. Sitting out all day while waiting for me to get admitted must have worn him out. At this minute, I am tempted to tell him that I can handle it from here and that he should get ready to go home but I know he won't leave until he confirms everything is okay. Though that shouldn't take longer than half an hour. Immediately after that, I'll be sending him away.

He has a four-hour trip back home and it's about six in the evening. Dusk is falling and by the time he gets home, it might be nearly midnight. Good night he has his friend who let us hire his car for the day. Using public means to get here would have definitely fucked us up and I'm glad we thought of the hiring idea. Mom wanted to join us too but after the long day we've had, I'm glad she was stuck home with Spasha.

Anyway, I start checking out the room, starting with the closets. Lockable. That's important. Sockets. Functioning. The table. In good condition. So are the chairs. Bed. Stable unlike the metal bunk beds at SPG. In form two, my bunk bed got to a point where it swayed so frilly I always feared one day the metal stands would crack and I'd fall on the person sleeping under me. Then, it was my school grandma Elizabeth while she was in form four. I can't forget that I chased the school welder for a damn week until he fixed the damn bed. The bulb, functioning. Good lighting too. No curtain. Just a bare window. It never even hit me earlier.

"You might need to request for a curtain," Joe voices out my observation.

"I'm noting it down. Hopefully, they will provide one as soon as possible," I say, writing down the curtain request. "Otherwise, everything else is okay. What is left now is just fully settling in. You know, unpacking and getting set up. I'm sure I can do that part just fine, so you don't have to stay any longer."

He smiles, "I know you're kicking me out but I am not complaining. After the long day we've had, I am ready to go home."

"I know it's a bit of a journey but you'll be there soon," I assure him with a smile.

"I know," he nods in agreement. "Do you need anything else?"

"I'm all good for now," I respond. "In case I need anything, I'll let you know. You're just a phone call away."

"Good you remember that," he says in a serious tone.

"I'll always remember that. Now, you are free to leave," I tell him.

"Supper you're sorted, right?" he asks, looking at Joe instead.

"Completely sorted," Joe assures him.

Joe's mom insisted I have supper at their house today so that Joe can officially take me 'home'. She called Mom the day before yesterday to seek her approval first and Mom agreed. I expected to be nervous about it but I'm just excited to finally meet them again and officially since that day we got suspended from SPG.

It is probably because I have already built a rapport with them from the several calls we've had from time to time in the past months. I'm sure if I was meeting them for the first time, I would be overthinking the whole scenario and getting nervous out of my mind.

Anyway, I can only hope they are as excited as I am, things will perfectly work out among us. Oh, did I mention that I am so looking forward to meeting Fel for the first time? Yeah, we've never had a chance and I can't wait.

"Good. No staying out too late though," he warns, looking between us.

"Yes, Dad," I nod in understanding, putting on a serious face.

Point blank, that will happen. A lot if I care to admit. Was I alone, I wouldn't have a problem with heeding that warning but with Joe, it will definitely be hard.

"Ugh, I still can't believe that you're now grown enough to be left alone in this new place," he groans making me smile. Joe smiles too.

"Grown-up," I try correcting, which makes Joe laugh silently.

Yeah, I know I am still a child, jerk. But I can't just help myself. I have to try and put it out there.

"Not yet," Dad accentuates, making me roll my eyes before scowling at Joe when his silent laughter carries off longer than necessary. "But I am proud of how far you have come. I wish you nothing but the best as you start your first semester. Take care and always remember to do your best. After all, you have a huge goal which is?"

"To graduate with a first-class," I respond hiding a smile.

That is not something I think will be easy given all the stories Elias told me about university exams and its life in general. However, it is not impossible. Deep down, I know that is absolutely possible but there is some snarky laziness threatening to make me feel as if that is too much work I'll need to put in to achieve that.

"Exactly. Nothing is impossible, especially not for you both. That includes even becoming the valedictorian of your year," he says with an encouraging voice, looking at Joe too. "You're both more than capable."

"We'll work towards that, Dad," I assure him.

"We'll do it," Joe promises. "We did it once in high school. Surely we can do it again here."

"Good," Dad smiles at the both of us before he takes two steps towards me and pulls me into a hug. "I'll see you when you decide to come over on one of your free weekends."

"I'll see you then," I say, hugging him back. "Get home safe."

"I will. You two take care. And for the records, I don't want to be called to bail someone out of trouble. We had enough last year," he says, pointing at the both of us.

"We'll be good," Joe tells him with an assuring tone.

I can't promise anything at this point. So I hold my silence.

"You better," he says before firmly shaking Joe's hand and pulling him in for a manly hug.

At a time like this last year, I would have never envisioned such a sight. It would have been absolutely impossible but as it is, nothing is entirely impossible.

"You're sure you'll find your way to the gate, right?" I teasingly ask with a smile.

"It won't be that hard as long as there is still light outside," he assures me.

"Alright," I nod.

With that, he walks out of the room and immediately, I start missing him. Damn, he's barely even left the hostel building. Must be the effects of being stuck together in a healthy relationship daily for over five months. No matter, I'll get over all the sentiments. Once I'm sure he's out of hearing range, I stare at Joe pointedly.

"We better not have him called to bail us out of trouble," I say and he smiles.

"We should get good grades all through so that in case we get into trouble and they get called they will have trouble deciding whether to be mad at us or not," he smarts.

"Point noted," I chuckle, staring at him in disbelief.

Good grades might as well be our leverage.

"So, which bed do you prefer?" he asks scrutinising the empty beds.

"The upper bunk," I respond, staring at the other empty upper bunk.

"A lot of memories associated with the upper bunk, no?" he asks and I laugh.

"Awesome ones really," I respond. "And all those memories feel as if they happened a lifetime ago."

I miss those times if I care to admit it. All the thrill and adrenaline. But I don't miss the bad times especially the period when Joe and I were forced apart for months on end.

"I know," he sighs as if he's reminiscing. "And sadly, those are things that we'll never get to experience again. Even if we do, I doubt they will have the same thrill."

"I know, but I am sure we'll find other thrilling things to do. We've got a lot of options, time and freedom on our hands," I point out, deciding to close the door.

"When you put it like that, I get thrilled already," he says making me chuckle.

"Well, I don't think I'll set up my things in the closet today. I'm not ready to start unpacking. I'll just stuff the suitcase inside the closet and lock it in there. I'll do all that stuff later," I say, going over to the closets on the side of my chosen upper bunk.

Upon opening them, I'm surprised to see what looks like a curtain inside the closet that has no mirror. Well, the right side closet has a mirror and I don't understand why none was installed in this one too. Nevertheless, I think the room is now completely okay. I grab the surprisingly heavy grey material and take it to the table.

"Is that a curtain?" Joe asks, checking it out from his seat.

"I think so," I respond, spreading it out.

Indeed, it is a curtain. I check the curtain rollers attached to the window to see if they are intact. Perfectly intact. I ask Joe to help me fix it and in no time, the room turns dark. It is as if the curtain needed to make a point about it covering the window perfectly. Joe switches on the lights using the switch by the door.

"Strike out the curtain request. Your lucky ass got a perfect room," Joe says as he resumes his seat.

"I'm a happy child. More so given the fact that I am getting a closet with a mirror," I say, going back over to dust the closet using the black piece of cloth--it looks like a shoe wipe--that was under the curtain.

"Damn," Joe comes over to take a look at the considerably sizable closet. "The rooms might not look like the five-star hotel rooms but they sure are trying. Well, the only part that's failing that in a major way are the bathrooms."

"Very sadly, but we can work with commons," I tell him. "After all, high school prepared us for that."

Once I'm done with the dusting, he helps put the suitcase inside and then the bucket on the under-shelf that I'm sure is meant for shoes. While he's at it, I fish out my new padlock and keys from my monkey bag. Once he's done, I lock up the closet.

"I'll have to make the bed for booking," I tell him.

"Absolutely," he agrees. "But let me help since I'm tall enough and I feel charitable."

"Jerk," I grumble while stepping aside to let him do the job.

He starts by inspecting the mattress and once he's sure it is all good, he takes his time to make the bed. All the while, I gawk at him. He rolls his eyes when he finds me staring which makes me smile. All the while, we engage in idle chat about university and its anticipated life in general.

"Speaking of which, guess who is also joining UON?" he asks, spreading the bed cover.

Kel is joining Multimedia University. Sheraw--unfortunately for her and Kel--is going all the way to western Kenya, Maseno. That distance sucks because it's huge with over two-hundred kilometres estimate. Lowkey or better yet point blank, they will be doing the long distance relationship which I am praying by all means will work out. I'd hate to have our circle break.

"Johnson?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Daisy?" I try again and this time he nods.

"She's pursuing Environmental Science. And FYI, they are dating. Again," he says, all done with the bed and it looks so neatly made.

"They are dating again?" I ask in surprise.

"Yeah," he nods. "Apparently it was Daisy who felt compelled to leave him when they broke up. I don't know why though. But I think it was after all shit came crashing down. She may have had a lot of pressure and felt it would be easier on her if they ended things."

"Ah," I nod in understanding. "But I knew they would get back together. She wasn't over him the last time we saw her. I could see it in her eyes."

"Yeah, she wasn't," he agrees, stalking towards me.

"Thank you for your charity work. It is well done," I appreciate with a hearty smile.

Instead of taking a seat beside me as I thought he would, he steps in between my legs and bends until he's face to face with me, his hands caging me on either side of the bed I'm seated on.

"You're welcome, baby love," he says, his eyes locking with mine for a minute before dropping to my lips longingly.

They linger on them for a second before they capture my gaze again, this time with a lopsided smile. That involuntarily makes me smile because I know what's coming. His lips capture mine, kissing them slowly and softly. By the second, he intensifies the kiss, adding to the fervour until he's lavishing my mouth with pure abandon.

I keep trying to hold my head up by supporting myself on his shoulders with my hands, but at this rate, I'm forced to lean back. Like a predator chasing his delicious prey, he follows, still lavishing my mouth. My legs part further to give him space before I decide they're better off wound around his waist.

My back hits the mattress, something both my head and neck appreciate. Joe starts grinding his crotch to my centre coaxing me. I arch for him whilst trying to chase that sweet pleasure his grinding keeps offering. I so hope no one has plans of coming into this room any minute from now because I might just start the semester holding a grudge against them.

"How about a quickie?" he asks with a wicked grin on my lips, his ministrations slowing.

"I'm so down for it, but are you sure there won't be some other roommate walking in? I will so hate them if they do walk in on us before we're done. No joke," I say and he laughs.

"We can lock the door and get on with it," he suggestively says, untangling himself from me and going to do just that.

He locks it and leaves the key on the lock, just in case someone comes with their own key. They will be forced to know for us to open up for them, which will be better than having someone walk in on us. But they still better not come before we are done.

Upon reaching me, he lifts me in his arms and places me on the table, his kisses resuming. We then do a frantic job of getting each other's clothes out of the way until we're but naked. Well, as for Joe's trousers and boxers, they pool at his feet as he complains it will take time to get his damn boots off his feet.

Bypassing foreplay--I believe we have time for that later--Joe lines his thick, hard and very impressive length at my entrance. He teases my wet and needy coochie, slowly dragging his length up and down my slit making me moan.

"You have to be very silent, baby love," he whispers, his gaze locked with mine and a sloppy smirk playing on his lips.

"Was I sucking your dick, I wouldn't have a problem with that," I state and he groans.

His right hand goes around my waist and pulls me closer to the edge while putting me at a better angle before sinking inside me. My head falls back while I soak in the pleasure of having him inside me. His lips follow me, lavishing my neck as he starts moving inside me.

First in a steady rhythm that then turns into a quick one. I lock my legs around his waist, finding something to hold on to. I then bury my head in the crook of his neck, trying as hard not to moan but it's damn hard.

So I do what I can, bite on his shoulder. He groans but keeps going until he starts hitting that very delicate spot inside me. He keeps hitting it with each following thrust until that awesome tingling feeling starts building at the pit of my stomach, inflating with each thrust until it bursts.

I bite down harder on his shoulder as pleasure wrecks my body, my legs shaking after as he continues thrusting inside me a few more times before he stills and bites on my shoulder--not as hard as I have on his--as he comes inside me.

"Even when you suck on my dick you moan," he points out in a hoarse whisper into my ear.

I chuckle before a moan escapes me when he tries to pull out of me.

"Silence, baby love," he warns, again, in a whisper.

I smile up at him, causing him to smile too. It's only my first day in this room and I've already been fucked on the table. I am so done with us.

"I'm glad we didn't break the table," I joke and he laughs, pulling out of me completely.

I hate losing that connection as always but I'll get it back soon enough.

"Each time you look at this table, you'll remember us," he says with a wicked smile.

"And how you made my first day in this room and campus memorable," I say and he shrugs proudly as is expected.

"I'll make more memories with you later but out there," he promises. "For now we have to dress up and get ready to leave."

I nod in agreement as I fetch my bra from the table. If we weren't going to see his family I would have bypassed it but the need calls. I put it on as he pulls up his boxers and trousers. Just as I'm putting on my cropped hoodie, his ringtone goes. I'm sure that's his mom calling to check in if we're done. He adjusts his trousers properly and then grabs his phone from the other end of the table.

"Mom," he tells me with a cheeky smile while sliding on the answer button.

She has incredible timing, I must say. Three minutes earlier, I would have frowned at her call.

"Hi, Mom," he says into the phone before putting it on loud speak.

"Where are you, guys?" she asks as I grab my panties and put them on.

Just to put it out there, it completely feels inappropriate having your 'mother-in-law' on call while you're putting on your clothes back after having sex with her son.

"Still at school but we are nearly done," Joe responds. "We should be there in the next one hour max."

"Alright, but has everything sorted out? Is Tamia all good to go?" she asks.

"Yes, I am," I respond while grabbing my discarded socks.

"Ah, perfect," she says with an audible smile and satisfaction. "I'll see you then in the next one hour."

"See you, Mom," Joe says before she hangs up.

He already has his shirt on, so I can say he too was multitasking. I put on my white sneakers as he goes to unlock the door, which he then leaves wide open.

"It smells like sex in here and we'd hate to have anyone coming in and getting wind of it. Otherwise, you'll start the semester with some judgy roomies," he says through a laugh.

"That would really make today quite a beginning," I laugh.

"Do we need to do anything else before we leave?" he asks, doing a once-over on my bed and the locked closet.

"I think we are set," I respond appropriately ignoring the nasty response that's clinging on my tongue. "We should start heading out. But first, are we going to sleep in your room?"

"Nope. Not today," he says, vigorously shaking his head in refusal, making me smile. "I have things I want to do with you that can't be done in my room. At least not with my parents and even worse, Fel lurking in the house."

"So, where will we sleep?" I curiously ask.

"It's a surprise. Kel and I planned something for our squad but it's a surprise for you and Sheraw," he responds.

Well, that revelation makes me stupidly excited. I miss Kel and Sheraw. It's been about a month since I last saw them and I'd love nothing more than to spend time with them before we all get tangled up with school business.

"Then I take it I'll not only be spending tonight with you?" I ask.

"Nope, not only tonight," he says with a calculating smile. "I'll be bringing you back to school on Sunday evening."

"Sunday evening?" I ask, despite my jaw hitting the floor in surprise.

I thought we'd just be spending the night and possibly part of the day tomorrow but till Sunday? Damn, I want that so much.

"But what about orientation?" I ask, groaning when I realize that I'll definitely miss the two sessions scheduled for tomorrow and Friday.

Also, goodbye to my attempt to try and know the school environment on Saturday so that come Monday, I'd have minor problems trying to navigate. On Sunday, we had plans to meet up and spend the day together but it seems like he got a much better idea that's now has me sinking into it. I swear I really want to attend orientation but I can't pass up time with him or the squad.

"I'm sure you'd rather spend time with me and the gang than sit for a minute in a damn orientation that will probably be so boring," he points out the obvious.

"I promise I'm trying to be a good student but fuck it. I'll try again next week," I grumble and he chuckles.

"Good point but I didn't even see you trying in the first place," he points out, matter of factly making me roll my eyes guiltily. "We are down till Sunday evening, right?"

I am about to answer with a firm 'yes' when the door opens and a tall, lean girl of dark chocolate complexion enters the room. She's dressed in a royal blue flair dress and white Converse, carrying an orange carrier bag that looks like it harbours shopping.

Behind her trails another girl in blue jeans, a dark hoodie and white sneakers who looks like the replica of the first one. Not in an identical kind of way but you can easily tell that they are sisters. Well, Joe looks at me and I raise a brow at him. We should head out already and leave the room for them.

"Hello," the first one greets.

"Hello," Joe and I respond.

"My name is Louisa," she introduces herself with a polite smile. "And this is my sister, Winnie. Nice to meet you."

I take her outstretched hand with a smile and shake it.

"I'm Tamia and this is Joe," I introduce us. "Nice to meet you too. Will you be in this room?"

"Yes," she responds, pointing at the made bed.

"Oh," I smile in understanding. "Great. I'll guess then we are going to be roommates. Hopefully, great ones."

She laughs, "I hope so too. What course are you pursuing?"

"Analytical chemistry," I respond. "You?"

"Psychology," she responds as she dumps her shopping inside her closet, which happens to be the other with the mirror.

Apparently, she too wasn't feeling up to unpacking today as her suitcase is stuffed inside her closet like mine.

"That's great," I tell her and she nods as if in agreement.

"I'll see you tonight. We'll go get something to eat," she says, turning to face me.

"Okay then," I say with a smile and both head out.

Immediately she leaves, I turn to Joe.

"Do you think she will make a good roommate?" he asks.

"I don't even know but I am hoping so. Though I think she looks like she will make a good one," I respond.

"Anyway, is it a yes?" he asks, reminding me of the question I never got to answer.

"Yes, K~Prince," I respond and he smiles pulling me to sit on his lap.

His lips capture mine in a hot sizzling kiss that I'm not able to fight despite my wary that anyone could come in right now and find us right in the middle of a make-out session.

"Someone might bust our assses," I say when he retreats.

"No one will because we're leaving now," he smarts, standing with me in his arms.

He kisses me one more time and then puts me down.

"But before that, I'll have to pack more clothes for our small vacation," I tell him, deeply hating that we'll have to get the suitcase out to get them.

"So much for locking up the closet," he grumbles making me smile.

"You should have filled me in on the idea before we locked it up," I pointedly tell him.

"Sorry, baby love," he insincerely apologises.

"Jerk," I mumble before kissing him, then huffing as I get ready to do the necessary.