Griffin's POV
School is in full swing and I'm really enjoying it so far. I haven't declared my major yet, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be English Education. I've wanted to be an English teacher since I was in elementary school. Right now I'm just focusing on getting my general requirements out of the way.
Graham is in only one of my classes, Geology 101, but that doesn't mean that I don't see him all the time. When we are not in class, we hang out in our dorm room studying, watching T.V. or listening to music. We've also hung out a couple of times with our neighbors, Ben and Carson. They are cool guys.
Even though we hang out all the time, Graham and I have avoided having any sort of real conversation. I mean we talk all the time, but it's usually about superficial stuff like our favorite movies or the best pizza toppings. I guess we are still trying to figure each other out. I really want to get to know him better.
Graham and I are hanging out in our room on a Friday afternoon the second week of school. We are both done with our classes for the week. He is lying on his bed reading a book for his Introduction to Contemporary Literature class. I am sitting at my desk across the room surfing the web on my laptop. Every few minutes I sneak a peek at Graham. I've started to do this when we are alone in our room. I have it bad.
He is wearing a slightly fitted green t-shirt that shows off his toned strong arms and a pair of brown corduroy pants that hang loosely on his hips. He is so tall (or the bed is so short) that his bare feet hang an inch or so off the bed. My eyes scan up his body until the best part of his body comes into focus; his lips. I don't really know how to describe them except to stay they are full, but not too full and pink, but not too pink. I've never touched them, but I imagine they are velvety to the touch. As I am ogling his luscious lips, Graham suddenly looks up and catches me in the act. Our eyes meet and even though I want to, I can't turn away.
"Hi," he says softly. He closes his book and lays it down on the bed next to him. "What are you doing?" He doesn't break our eye contact.
"Checking my Facebook," I mumble.
"Oh, really," he quips. He rolls onto his side facing me his hand propping up his head. In the process, his shirt rides up a little bit and I can see a sliver of his smooth golden stomach peeking out. I suddenly can't breathe.
"You know what?" He says.
"What?" I sound like there is a frog in my throat.
"We haven't left campus since we got here. I think it's time to go explore. You wanna come with me?" He raises his eyebrows in anticipation of my answer.
I nod. I am speechless.
