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Before I opened my eyes, I thought about last night. I felt his tongue on me again and again, making my stomach tingle again. My face, too, shot through my head again and again. The mirror showed me my climax and that was just mesmerizing.

"Will you tell me what you're thinking about?" I heard Kiyan close to my ear and when I opened my eyes I looked over at him in embarrassment.

He was lying on his side with his head resting on his arm and his other hand on my arm, which he was gently stroking.

"About last night," I admitted shyly, looking deep into his eyes, which he smiled back at.

"I love it when your cheeks blush," he said quietly, placing his hand on my cheek to turn my face to his. "You're damn cute, Mia. You don't have to be shy in front of me."

I cursed my treacherous cheeks and bit my bottom lip nervously. His words made my heart beat faster again and while he was right that I no longer had any reason to be shy, I still was with him. He was so much more experienced than I was, so much more mature, which led me to my next question.

"How old are you actually?"

He gave me a short irritated look and then grinned in amusement.

"20," he breathed, raising an eyebrow provocatively.

I just nodded and then rolled onto my side so our faces were squarely apart.

"And what's life like at 20?" I tried to find out more about him.

He gently tucked one of my strands behind my ear and then lowered his hand to my waist.

"It could be the best year of my life," he then whispered, and I immediately blushed again, briefly considering how he felt that way about me.

As if ... why should I trigger such feelings in him after such a short time. He probably meant it, because of something else.

"And now my little one's blushing again," he smiled, then leaned over to linger right over my face.

He locked eyes with me intensely until he closed his and gave me a loving kiss that brought a smile to my face.

"Would you do me a favor?" he then asked, looking down at me. His black hair fell slightly over his forehead and his eyes darted over my face, which was fixed on him.

Anything you want! I thought.

"Yes, of course," I replied and then, to my regret, he got up and stood in front of the bed with his eyes fixed on me and put his dark t-shirt back on before going to the window and pulling up the shades.

Immediately, as the sun shone into my room, I realized that I was completely naked under the covers except for my bra, causing me a slight panic.

It was one thing to get intimate in a dark room at night, but in such bright light I didn't want to show myself naked in front of him. Although I was neither too fat nor too thin, I couldn't keep up with him and that made me uncomfortable.

Dressed to look at me, he was about to start speaking when he stopped and looked at me in confusion. "Don't tell me you don't dare get up and get your clothes?" he grinned, crossing his arms in amusement.

direct hit! I certainly didn't want to walk naked to my closet, even if it was only a few steps.

"Yes, I dare!" I replied, feeling so childish that I got mad at myself. "What kind of favor did you want?" I then tried to distract, but he shook his head and nodded at my closet.

"First you get dressed," he said with a smile and I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed breath, but inside I danced at the sight of his dimples.

I raised my upper body, pulled the blanket tightly around me and then carefully placed one foot in front of the other in front of my bed. Well, I guess I tricked him.

Confident in victory, I ran to the closet with the blanket around me and turned to face him. He was still grinning to himself and looked at my theater curiously before sitting down across from me on the bed and continuing to eye me.

I smiled triumphantly, bit into my blanket to hold it in front of me, and then squatted down to grab my clothes with both hands.

He leaned to the side while I stood up again and bent over to carefully pull my panties on, but he suddenly burst out laughing and got up to slowly walk towards me.

"You know I could see your nice ass in the mirror behind you the whole time? Even something else when you leaned over."

Great, Mia! I had made it even worse with my childish behavior.

I pulled the blanket out of my mouth and looked up into his eyes as I dropped the blanket and continued pulling up my panties. I was slowly getting enough with my uptightness, so I didn't show anything else, even though I was still shaking.

"If you had any idea how your body affects me, you would never hide it again," he whispered softly in my ear, then bent down to hand me my leggings and walked to the desk.

With a red head and trembling hands, I got dressed hastily and first had to calm down my body, which reacted so intensely to him, before I put on a thin, light blue sweater and ran over to him.

"So, the favor?" I then asked and he sat down on my desk chair to pull me onto his lap.

"I checked out your drawings. You really have talent! I want you to draw me a template for a new tattoo."

He placed one hand on my thigh and pointed to some of my drawings on my table with the other. I looked at him confused and then took a piece of paper on which a small house was painted.

"You know I only draw buildings right? Do you really want a house on your body?"

I frowned questioningly and he gave me a serious look.

"I want my old childhood home on my calf, so yes," he explained, suddenly looking so sad again. My heart cried when he looked like that and I quickly wanted to try to comfort him.

"I'd love to draw your next tattoo for you," I smiled sympathetically at him, then laid my head on his shoulder.

"You're the only one I would let draw my house," he whispered quietly, stroking my hair.

Such a beautiful moment ensued and I would have loved to have enjoyed it longer if Adam and Zayn hadn't burst into my room and scared me to death.

"D..d..your father is coming," the otherwise mute Adam stuttered and with one bound, he threw himself on the floor and rolled under my bed. He was really fast when he wasn't stoned in corpse stance.

Zayn stood there dumbfounded and I quickly rose from Kiyan's lap as my father entered my room and stared at the three of us in shock.

How should I explain two men in my room?

"Kiyan," my father addressed the black-haired man sternly, who immediately got up from my chair and held out his hand. My dad took it, gave it a quick shake, and then turned to Zayn.

My heart was pounding so hard that my hands were sweating. While my dad was never harsh on me, I didn't want him to think the wrong way about me, and you could definitely tell from Zayn's hair that he'd slept here.

"And you are?" he then asked Zayn, who immediately stood next to Kiyan and put his arm around his shoulders.

"Kiyan's boyfriend," he suddenly explained and gave the black-haired man a kiss on the cheek. Kiyan widened his eyes in disbelief and stood frozen while Zayn stroked his cheek and I suddenly noticed Adam's chuckle under the bed. I wanted to laugh along because Kiyan's look was too delicious, but I coughed loudly to drown out Adam and then took my father's arm. It was weird enough with the two of them, I wanted to spare my father the third one under my bed.

"Let's go to the kitchen," I turned to Zyan and Kiyan and pulled my father out of this crazy embarrassing situation before Adam burst out laughing under the bed.

"My God, I'm glad," my father said, shaking his head as he sat down at the table and crossed his arms on the table. With one finger on the coffee maker I looked over at him questioningly.

"About what?" I wanted to know and he gave me a satisfied smile.

"Your mother was worried about Kiyan and you, but his boyfriend seems really cute, so I'm relieved that he keeps his hands off my little one."

At the words little ones and fingers, I immediately had to avoid his gaze and turned my back to get two cups from the cupboard. I'd never felt so embarrassed, but it kind of gave me a kick, too, because it made the relationship, or whatever we were between us, forbidden. That had its appeal. It struck me as strange that my father believed all of this so easily. Or maybe he knew full well what was going on, but just wanted to trust me and not embarrass me. A grin spread across my face at the performance, and to top it off I had to chuckle at Zayn's action, who really showed he had the acting talent.

I poured the hot coffee into the cups, then walked to the table and sat across from my father, smiling gently at him.

"How are you?" I then asked him. I didn't want to continue talking to him about Kiyan and changing the subject was really the best thing I could do.

"I'm feeling better again. I've found an apartment and am now renovating. Of course it also has a room for you," he said, finally beaming again. He really seemed to be doing better and I was happy about that too.

"That's nice," I replied and drank a few sips from my cup, of course not without burning myself slightly again.

"And how are you?" he then asked and immediately the situation with Thomas shot through my head, but I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to burden him.

"It's fine. I'm just fighting with Micah and Juline."

I took a deep breath and my father held out his hand across the table. As always, I was glad to have him and just like before, I could talk to him about such things better than I could to my mother.

"What happened?" he then wanted to know and I gave him my hand to avoid his curious gaze.

"Oh, I don't even know exactly. Juline insulted me while drunk and Micah can't deal with his feelings towards me," I explained, looking down, but my father took his other hand to lift my chin.

Immediately my eyes widened and I remembered how often he had done that when I bowed my head sadly and Kiyan did the same. Had I fallen in love with someone similar to my father!

I immediately pulled my hand out of his and fell back in my chair, shocked.

"Mia, it'll be fine. You've been friends for over ten years, so one evening can't ruin everything. And I would just talk to Micah. He's very sensible."

I nodded to him, still worried about my statement, until Kiyan and Zayn walked into the living room and interrupted our conversation.

"Let's go for a walk," Kiyan said, looking kind of contrite. Probably because my dad now thought he was gay, and before he could finish the sentence, Zayn grabbed his hand and winked at me.

"See you later sweetheart," he laughed and Kiyan blushed just like I used to.

"Have fun you two," my father smiled at them and when the door slammed shut, he looked at his watch and drank his coffee in a hurry.

"I have to go again. Do you need anything else?"

He got up and rummaged in his pants pockets, then put money from his wallet on the table for me, which I immediately took to give it back to him.

"I don't need anything, but thanks."

He nodded, came around the table and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Then we'll see each other tomorrow and if something should happen, call anytime."

"I'll do it."

He broke the hug, then walked to the door and turned back to give me a grin, shaking his head.

"Don't forget the blonde under the bed," he then laughed and luckily left the house before I could blush. So he really knew what was going on here and I surprised myself that Zayn and Kiyan had left the blonde under my bed.

I quickly put the cups away and went to my room. As soon as I walked in, I realized why they had left him here. Adam snored so loud it echoed throughout the room and I couldn't help but laugh.

My life had really gotten more complicated, but in a good way, and even though it had only been a night that my mum and Thomas had left, I already loved my new roommates more than them.

Smirking, ran to my desk and saw a message on my cell phone.

We're just talking to Zayn. He wanted to change clothes. See you soon .

I grinned at the message even though it was so trivial, then grabbed my headphones to start drawing while listening to the music.