Hi, guys! This is my first story post, so feel free to comment and what not! This is not a sex story—don't worry, the sex will come soon!! I just wanted to try my hand at setting the atmosphere, so lemme know if I'm hitting the mark, or crashing and burning. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Alexander Rydderch sighed to himself as he lulled over his theory notes. To any bypasser, he would appear to be a normal university student—scratch that, no
normal
uni student would be sitting, let alone studying, in the university library on a Friday afternoon. To any bypasser, he'd look like a lonely bookworm.
It wasn't as if he really would care if anyone thought him to be as such. He had the capability to be social. He just no longer had the desire to bother dealing with twenty-something-year-olds, who would rather act as if they were still in secondary school. He was a senior in college, for Christ's sake! He didn't have time for children.
In fact, Alexander wasn't even alone at the library. He just happened to be sitting a few feet away from the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on—a woman he had known now for two years—and yet couldn't muster up the courage to ask her on a proper date. Hell, he could barely ask her any type of question without her prompting him, for that matter.
Alexander was a far cry from shy when it came to women, even as a young boy. He had always been a good looking male, and he knew it. He was originally from Wales, and he was damn proud of it. He had transferred to Stanford University in the States, just to piss his mother off. He loved her to death—but she was a pain in his ass. He wasn't short, but he wasn't overly tall, either. The last time his physician measured him, he was two inches short of six feet. He was content with his height; he preferred women of shorter stature, anyway. He had an angular face: strong jawline, broad neck. His facial features, as a grown man of 23 years, reminded most people of Iwan Rheon's character, Simon Bellamy, on the TV series Misfits. Alexander never quite understood why people said he looked like the television character, and not the actual actor himself. He worked out regularly, almost religiously. His body was well defined, and only slightly tanned. His hair was a deep, rich brown, and his eyes were usually a warm grey... that is, until he got pissed. The soft, inviting grey would transform into an icy, piercing, slate hue when he was angry.
He had a deep timbre in voice, though not quite a baritone. He was definitely a tenor. He was softspoken, with a fairly heavy Welsh accent that would make anyone swoon who listened to him for more than two seconds.
Oh no, he had no problem with attracting women at all.
Except for this Aphrodite goddess sitting next to him.
"Duw, gadewch i mi gael geiriau i siarad heddiw..." he thought, fervently praying to God to let him have words to speak today. But he knew what would happen: he would give himself a pep talk about how even though she was the most incredible woman he'd ever met, she was still a woman, and he was a man. A Welsh man. A confident, Welsh man. And he could do this, and she would say yes. Then he'd look up, see those full, pouty lips, feel his cock instantly harden, freeze in his tracks, and lower his head down in shame and defeat. 'Confident, Welsh man, my ass.' his conscience screamed to him.
Kodan Girard pretended to study her Calculus notes. Normally, she would be immersed in her studies—but she was on edge for some reason. She couldn't help but notice that her study companion, Alexander, was glancing at her far more than usual today.
She was used to this kind of behavior... from almost every man she met, actually. Most tried to come off as confident, but made themselves look like complete fools. She wasn't into dickheads. A few of them were literally afraid to talk to her. She found those quite amusing. But, she wasn't looking for scared boys. She was very much interested in men—and women, if she was completely honest.
Kodan was no ordinary woman. She had graduated high school in the top 3% of her class at 16, gotten her bachelor's degrees in Accounting and Actuarial Science at 19, and was now working on starting her second year of graduate studies in both fields at 21. She was extremely intelligent, beyond attractive—and comically short.
Kodan stood at one inch below five feet, on a good day. She was of mixed descent, truthfully. Her father was Italian-American, her mother was Haitian. She rarely associated herself with her Italian descent. Her mother was all she knew for most of her life, and as far as Kodan knew, she didn't need nor want to have any Italian pride. She was destined to be a small woman, as she knew that her father was only 5'8", and her mother was 5'2". Still, Kodan never expected that she would never even reach five feet. Her physician was adamant in making sure that she understood this.
It never detracted from her beauty, though. Her skin was the warm color of toffee, almost bronzed. She definitely resembled more of an African than an Italian. Her eyes were almond-shaped, and were a deep shade of green with a hazel inner ring. She didn't know where she got her eyes from: both her parents' eyes were brown. She had a small button nose, and full lips, like her mother. The only trait she possessed from her father was the ability to grow her hair quite long. Her locks were a deep burgundy/brown fusion that lengthened almost to the small of her back. She was a very petite woman in relation to her waist up. She was blessed to have a full chest, but her waist looked dreadfully pinched. To add to the awkwardness, her butt and hips were an easy 38 inches. Her mother always laughed and said, "Petit, the good Lord spliced you together."
She had a surprisingly strong voice for someone so small. Yelling was rarely something she ever participated in, but when she did, she could shut down an entire roomful of conversations. She was a spunky little thing.
Still, she longed for someone that just wouldn't be so damn juvenile... she was tired of the asswipes to tried to ask her out. Just because she was only 21 didn't mean she had to date beneath her. She was definitely sick of the neediness of women. All the damn shopping, girl talk, and crying was driving her insane. Her last girlfriend... "Ugh," Kodan shivered, trying to shake loose the memory of her ex, Lauryn. That bitch was crazy.
She remembered the first day she met Alexander. He was sitting in her usual study spot in the Special Collections Library.
'Who the hell is in my spot?!' Kodan thought, fuming that some jackass decided to help himself to her seat.
"Hey, Jacob," she called out to the student aide behind the information desk. "Who's that kid?"
"Which kid, Kody?" Jacob silently prayed that Kodan would keep her cool.
"You know damn well which one I'm talkin' bout, Jake. The kid with the big ears, and the screwed up haircut, who's sitting in my goddamn chair!" she barely remembered to whisper this time. Last time a student sat in 'her spot', Kodan almost got thrown out.
"Kody, his ears aren't even that big,"
"That's
all
you have to say?! How long has he been there?!"
"Only about half an hour-"
"He sat in
my
