3 What do you want?

Dean: Did Dani just ask you about me?

He knew that. I mean, Dani was not one that could be secretive about anything. While she just interrogated me, she animatedly looked at him as well. I sighed.

Yep, she did just now. :Melissa

I did not dare to look up at him, so I stared at my screen. He kept typing, and then stopping again.

Dean: What did you tell her?

Just the truth. :Melissa

Dean: And what exactly is the truth according to you, princess?

I think we both should pay attention to class :Melissa

Dean: I told you to come sit with me, so it is entirely your fault that I cannot concentrate right now.

Well… I am rying to concentrate on what the professor is saying over here. :Melissa

Dean: And how are you holding up so far?

I pouted my lips and looked straight at him. Princess... why would he call me something like that? The corner of his lips curled up. I did not like the space between us either. What was wrong with me? Before last night we were never close, so how did I get so attached to him overnight?!

I crossed my arms, trying to think of a right way to respond to his question, although I knew it was rhetoric. Another message popped up.

Dean: So… what did you tell Dani?

I bit my lip.

I told her that nothing happened. :Melissa

Dean: well… that is hardly the truth though.

I tapped my fingers on the table, feeling nervous. What did he want to hear? Would he be private about it? Or would he feel rejected that I had not told Dani about our late night cuddles…. I did not know that, to be honest.

Dean: Do you feel like nothing happened?

No. I obviously did not think that. The emptiness around me right now, was evidence that not long ago I was wrapped up in his arms. I took in a deep breath before replying.

I meant that we did not have sex. :Melissa

I put the phone away, afraid to look at it again, and fiercely tried to listen to the teacher explaining how to extract a multiple regression analysis. Twenty minutes had passed by, and I could not resist the urge to look at our conversation again. I knew that he had messaged me three times in the meanwhile.

Dean: And that equals to you feeling that nothing happened in your opinion?

Dean: I believe a lot has happened.

Dean: Or is it something you do regularly?

I felt my blood cook, reading his messages. Did he see me as a slut?

I did not know how to respond. I felt vulnerable, because in fact what we shared last night, was way more than nothing. Even more than something. It felt like everything. At least it was to me and I had no way of knowing what it was he felt, or wanted from me.

The lecturer announced a fifteen minute break. "Let's go for a little walk," said Macy like she always did. I gazed at the door. It seemed like he was waiting for me.

"I uhm.. I think I will sit this one out," was the only thing I could reply. Dani narrowed her eyes at me, but to my luck she went along with Macy anyway.

Most students left the room in a matter of seconds. I fumbled with the pen he gave me. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my nerves.

An electric pulse coursed through me, when I felt Deans hands on mine, as he stood before my desk.

"Dean," I whispered and my eyes flew open, locking with his. I could not read his expression. "I think it will be a good idea to go out of this room for what I have to say," stated Dean. He glanced over his shoulder to Mr. Edwoud, warning me that he would proceed, if I did not comply.

"Fine," I agreed unwillingly. I was surprised when Dean took my hand when I walked around my table, towards him. My heart drummed.

Dean nonchalantly guided me through the crowd of students, leading me to a more private corner.

"So," we said at the same time. We both smiled. I stared at me feet. I was still wearing the heals from last night.

Dean wrapped one arm around me, so that I was pressed against his chest and he tilted my face to look up at him.

"Was it sex that you wanted last night?" asked Dean. I held my breath. There was no right way to respond to this. Being this close to him was an overkill to my senses. The way he smelled, the way his body felt against mine. Even the air felt electric around us.

I bit my lip and sighed.

"I guess," was the only thing I could manage through my lips. It was the truth. I would not have minded last night, if he would have taken me. If I was honest with myself, I had more than enjoyed his closeness, but I did not feel satisfied just yet. I needed to be even closer to him. It was a silly feeling. One I could not describe.

"Was that what you wanted to do with me after class?" observed Dean.

I felt naked before him. Why was he asking these questions? It made me feel so darn insecure, because he did not give me any clue of what it was that he wanted at all.

I wanted to look down at my feet, but he did not give me a chance to shy away from him. Dean still held my face in place, so I had no choice but to look at him.

"I have never seen you like this," murmured Dean. "Like what?" I snapped and immediately regretted it. Dean frowned. "You are normally so full of fire," stated Dean.

"Yes…" was my only response. He must of thought that I was a total retard by now.

"I just don't know what to say," I finally admitted. "I have asked you if you wanted to spend time after class… a couple of times now… and you have not really told me how you feel about that," I kind of blurted out.

"You want to know if I want to spend more time with you?" questioned Dean. I nodded my head, meaning 'yes'.

Dean cocked his head to the side, and stroke his hand through my hair. "It depends," mumbled Dean.

My stomach dipped. This was not good. I truly wanted to flee.

"On?" I pressed, not really wanting to know the answer.

"It depends on what it is you are after," said Dean meaningfully.

I felt to be on slippery ice. Did he want something casual, or something more? Did he want anything from me at all?

I closed my eyes and then finally looked at him again. Dean licked his lips and I could not take my eyes away from the sight of him.

"Don't look at me like that," smiled Dean playfully. "Like what?" I breathed, confused. "Like I am something to eat," he half-grinned at me. "Like you're pleading me to kiss you," he added.

I swallowed. Was it so obvious?

Suddenly Dean waved his hand to a fellow classmate, gesturing him to go into class without him. "It was not like we were picking up anything to begin with," he remarked with a witty tone.

"Fair enough," I agreed.

"Then tell me what it is you want from me," voiced Dean. I opened my mouth and then closed it again. Was there a right or wrong response?

"I uhm… " I said fidgeting with the thin material of my white shirt. "I liked spending time with you last night. It was… it was different than I had expected it to be and I… I mean I…"

"So you had expected sex, I figured that much," revealed Dean. His voice lost all warmth and I felt like crying.

"I am not up for that," was what he told me and then let me go. Dean took a step back, away from me.

I did not want him to let me go. I wanted to stay near him, so I closed the distance again in a desperate move.

"I don't know why I am crying," I shrugged as the tears unwillingly started to flow down my cheeks.

This was just too much. "I am just sorry for everything," I whispered. "What if I did," I spat at him. "Weren't you the one that took me up into that room in the first place?" I stated more than I asked.

"Yes," said Dean and let out a sigh. "I drank too much," he admitted to why he had spend time with me. So it was just the liquor, nothing more. Okay.

"I have to go," I said in defeat. What in the world was I thinking that was going to happen.

"No, you don't," noted Dean.