At War with the Bad Boy: The Roommate

A New Experience

Standing in front of the mirror, attempting to apply my make-up, I couldn't help but cry. Everytime I put some on, it would wash off with my tears, so I gave up on the make-up for now and focused on getting dressed and doing my hair. It was so hard to hear Noah had moved on with someone else. Deep down I wanted him to fight for me. Chase me down and beg me to take him back. Tell me he'll change. Anything! But he didn't, and now I had to move on, forget about him, remove him from my thoughts. I'd always have the memories of how he took my virginity and how in love I was with him. Maybe I still am. I'm not sure, but now, the evidence was telling me to get over him. Tonight is just what I need to do that. After curling my hair into loose waves, and dressing up in my new clothes, I attempted my make-up again. This time I managed it without crying. Thinking about how amazing Asher is and not thinking about Noah helped. Finishing the last touches of my make-up, there was a knock on the door.

"It's Asher. Are you ready?"

Taking one last look in the mirror and a deep breath, I called back to let him know I was coming. Opening the door, I said hello as I glanced at him, then turned to grab my bag, but had to do a double take because, well, wow! He wore black jeans and a red and black chequered shirt that was unbottoned to show a fitted white t-shirt underneath. His hair was styled and his dark eyes were mesmerising. My eyes widened as they looked back at him, which made him smirk, then he stepped through the doorway and took me by the waist, looked me in the eye and said, "You look amazing."

"Well, you don't look half bad yourself," I smiled. Feeling nervous, I bit my lower lip.

His eyes looked down at my mouth and I saw him gulp. "You don't know what you do to me when you bite your lip like that."

Biting my lip more, I looked down at my feet, my face flushed.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah. I'll just grab my bag," I told him as I spun around and rushed off to grab it from my bed. Walking back to him as he stepped outside the room, he watched as I locked the door and checked it more than once.

"What is it with you and locked doors?" He asked light heartedly.

"I just like to feel safe, that's all," I replied, not wanting to go into detail about my past and why I find it necessary to go all OCD on locked doors.

He nodded, understanding that I didn't want to talk more about it and we headed out onto the street. Watching him lock the front door, he eyed me and said, "You want to check it?"

I nodded, my face turned red because now I was starting to feel a little embarrassed that someone had noticed I was doing it. After checking the door, he asked if I was satisfied and took my hand, leading me down the street. "Asher. Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

After getting into a taxi at the end of the road, it only took a few minutes to get to where he planned on taking me and as I stepped out of the car, I looked up at the building and cried, "Ice skating! We're going ice skating?"

Noticing how excited I was, he flashed his pearly white teeth at me and nodded. I literally jumped into his arms and squeezed him tightly. I'd never been ice skating before and always wanted to try it.

"Have you been before?" He asked me and I shook my head, still smiling like a kid in a sweet shop. Laughing, he took my hand and said, "Come on. I'll show you the ropes."

With a hop and a skip, I let him lead the way inside and the closer I got to the kiosk, the more nervous and excited I felt. Approaching the paying desk, I handed over my daps, replacing them with ice skates, then headed over to a bench to sit down and put them on. As I stood up, I began to wobble. Asher grabbed my hand before I toppled to the floor and we both laughed.

"These are so hard to stand in. How am I going to walk to the ice rink?" I chuckled.

"Here. Let me help," He said as he took my arm in his and guided me to the rink.

Asher took to the rink first and held my hand as I placed one skate onto it. Slipping and sliding my way across the ice, Asher held onto my waist, laughing at me everytime I nearly landed on my ass. I was like Bambi on ice, literally, and when I thought I'd finally got the hang of it, my legs went from under me and I landed flat on my back on the cold, hard ice. I'd never laughed so much in my life. Asher held his hand out to help me up, but I tugged hard and he fell on top of me. I nearly wet myself from laughing so much and his laughter was like music to my ears. He rolled off me and lay down next to me. Our laughter slowly diminished as we looked at each other and I bit my lip as I felt between my legs tingle excitedly. I wanted him so badly. Asher got up first, then helped me up and we skated a bit more until our time was up. Standing behind me, he pushed me along the ice towards the exit, making me scream at how fast we were going. Coming to an abrupt stop, I was off balance, and fell out of the rink, but Asher caught me by the arm, spun me around, causing him to trip over the step, and we slammed against the side. Regaining my balance, I laughed, looking up into his handsome face. It all went quiet for a second. His hand brushed my hair back behind my ear, making my stomach knot, then he leaned in and kissed me softly. Opening my mouth a little more, I welcomed his tongue and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Our tongues danced perfectly together and when he pulled away, leaning his forehead against mine, we were both panting, out of breath.

"You're killing me Georgia," he smiled, then took my hand and led me to the kiosk to change back into our shoes.

Holding hands, we exited the building and decided to walk back. "So, tell me a bit about yourself, Georgia."

"What do you want to know?" I smiled up at him walking alongside me.

"Anything. I want to know who you are," he replied.

"OK, um, I grew up in a small town in England, but we moved to Wales when I was 10, going back to my Dad's hometown. Then me and my Mum moved again not long before I turned 17. Her office moved location, so it was easier for us to move closer than for her to drive the long hours it would take her to get there. I have an older brother, Dan. He's finished Uni now and has a very good job. I met my best friends Rachel and Hannah in college and Rachel is my brother's girlfriend."

"You live with your Mum then? What about your Dad?" He asked, unknowing that it was a sore subject for me.

"Oh, I, er, I don't speak to him," my response was a little sparse, but I think he sensed I didn't want to speak about it because he changed the subject.

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

I thought hard about this one. I'd never really thought about it before, since we could never afford it. The only time I'd been on a plane was when we went to America when I was really young, so I don't remember it, and then again when Noah took my friends and me to France for my birthday. "Ooo, I don't know. Where would you go?"

"Oh that's easy for me. New York. I've never been to America and I would love to see the sights," his eyes lit up when he spoke of it.

"Maybe we can go together one day," I smirked.

We stared at one another for a few moments until he said, "We're here."

Looking around, I saw he had brought me to a restaurant, 'Victor's,' but before I had the chance to comment, he took my hand and dragged me inside. I was speechless that he had done all this for me. I would have been more than happy with just the ice skating. The host at the entrance asked, "Have you booked?"

"Yes. Asher Keller."

"Follow me please," The host told us as he grabbed two menus and led the way.

We followed him hand in hand through the elegant-looking restaurant, which made me wonder if I was a little under dressed for the occasion. As he took us outside, I saw a wooden square shaped structure, no walls, all open, with just wooden beams holding it up. The roof covered several seating areas, all probably seating 8 to 10 people, and purple Chinese wisteria flowers hung down from it. We followed him to our booth, which consisted of a large wooden table with black metal legs, a square u-shaped, wooden seating area with long, blue cushioned seating and royal blue and yellow cushions scattered around. On the table were three white pillar candles, all lit, placed in glass holders, held in a wooden framed box. Plates and cutlery were already set out and we were situated right in the middle. No one else seemed to be around. All the other booths were empty, but inside was full. I was surprised that no one else had come out here to eat as it was such a lovely warm night. Even though it was September, the summer sun was still around and the evenings hadn't become too cold to not want to sit outside yet. Asher let me sit first, and I shuffled over to make room for him next to me, then took the menu from the host.

"Can I get you some drinks?" He asked politely.

"A bottle of champagne please," Asher ordered, and I looked at him without saying a word. I was speechless. We're students. We can't afford things like champagne.

I waited for the host to leave before I mentioned anything. "Champagne?"

"Only the best for my date," he smiled, moving his hand to my cheek, and I couldn't help but lean into it. His thumb moved over my bottom lip and I closed my eyes. "You're so beautiful Georgia."

Opening my eyes, I looked into his lustful ones, but as we were about to close the gap between our lips we were interrupted by the waiter bringing us our champagne. Filling our glasses up, we thanked him before he said, "Are you ready to order food?"

I hadn't even had a chance to look at the menu yet, but luckily Asher jumped in and said, "Two more minutes please."

The waiter nodded and left, leaving us to look at the menu. I picked it up and as I scanned over it, I realised it was mainly a la carte and the prices were, well, let's just say, there is no way in hell I would pay this much for one meal. "Asher, this is too much. I can't afford this."

Placing his fingers under my chin, he turned me to face him and said, "I wasn't expecting you to pay."

His voice sounded so dreamy and although I wanted to argue with him about spending too much money on me, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was completely lost in his eyes and I couldn't stop myself from kissing him. I pressed my lips hard on his. His fingers grazed over my shoulder and down my arm and I moaned against him.

"Georgia," he spoke through his breathlessness. "I want you."

My lips struck his again, but we had to pull away when the waiter interrupted us again by clearing his throat.

"Sorry, we need a few more minutes," Asher laughed and I noticed the waiter nod with a smirk on his face.

"We really have to pick something to eat," Asher chuckled.

I took another look at the menu and decided on the chicken skewers and Asher ordered the Sashimi set which cost £34! Picking up my champagne, I took a sip and eyed the view of Oxford. It was incredible. Getting off my seat, I went to take a closer look. You can see all the beautiful architecture around the city and, on the right, the Thames river that runs through the city. Feeling Asher's hands wrap around my waist from behind, made me relax into him. Placing my head against his chest, I took a deep breath, taking in his scent.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He spoke softly next to my ear.

Nodding, I turned around to look at him. I felt so comfortable around him. "How come you are so amazing?"

He laughed at my comment then said, "I wouldn't go that far."

Leaning in to kiss him, he met me half way and at that moment I felt different. I was the happiest I had been in a long time and I didn't want this night to end. Taking my hand, we walked back to the table. Our food arrived when we had finished our second glass of champagne and I was feeling a little tipsy right now. I hadn't eaten anything all day and it wasn't that long ago I had alcohol in my system. I couldn't believe I was drinking again so soon, but being with Asher made me forget about how awful I had been feeling earlier today.

Our plates were empty. He'd fed me some of his and he tried some of mine and as darkness began to fall, we sipped our last glass of champagne watching the sunset. His arm was around my shoulders and I snuggled up to him feeling very content. We still sat there after finishing our drinks, in a comfortable silence, looking out at the view. It's breathtaking. The waiter appeared with a plate in his hand and placed it down on the table. Asher thanked him and he nodded, then left us be. Looking down at the plate, I saw a massive slice of chocolate cake, a pot of cream and a dollop of ice cream, along with a drizzle of chocolate sauce. Two spoons were next to it and my eyes lit up at the sight of it. Picking up my spoon, I scooped up a piece of cake, while Asher poured on the cream. Finishing chewing the delicious chocolatey goodness, I watched him take his spoon in his hand and load ice cream and some cake onto it. The spoon came towards me and I opened my mouth as I looked deep into his soulful eyes. I'm sure I saw him shudder. Doing the same for him, I cut off a bit of cake and some ice cream, then fed it to him, but what I didn't expect was for him to do was kiss me. I tasted the cold vanilla ice cream on his lips and when I pulled away I ended up with chocolate cake crumbs around my mouth, which Asher was more than happy to lick off. Putting my finger in the ice cream, I licked it off my finger seductively as I looked him in the eye and saw his mouth twitch excitedly. Doing it again, but this time I dragged my finger down his cheek and jawline before licking and kissing it off him.

"Georgia," he breathed out, obviously this was turning him on and I loved the fact that it was.

We couldn't eat anymore of the cake. So turned on, Asher practically dragged me out of the building, throwing money at the host on his way out of the door. Outside, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me passionately, pushing his body up against mine, then he took hold of my legs and lifted me up. Still kissing, he began to walk, and me, finding it funny, I laughed, so he put me down and took hold of my hand instead. It wasn't long until we reached the flat, and as I faffed about trying to put the key in the door, Asher began distracting me by kissing my neck and the touch of his hands on my bare stomach gave me goosebumps. We were laughing loudly as I managed to open the door, but as he pushed the door shut behind us, he pushed me against the wall, kissing me deeply.

"Asher. The door," I managed to pant and he rolled his eyes at me playfully before locking it and I checked it after him. We ran up the stairs like children playing a game of kiss chase in primary school. Catching me when I got to the top, he spun me around and kissed me again. About to lead me to his room, I bit my lip in anticipation and let him take me. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks, making Asher turn to see why. He followed the direction of my eyes and saw them land on a person. As he looked back at me, I gulped, "Noah?"