“I’m not afraid of you,” I said, wa

“I’m not afraid of you,” I said, walking over to the bed
and dropping my biology book beside him. “Do you have a
pen?”
He nodded to his night table. “Top drawer.”
I reached across the bed and pulled open the drawer,
finding three pens, a pencil, a tube of KY jelly, and a clear,
glass bowl overflowing with packages of different brands of
condoms. Revolted, I grabbed a pen and shoved the
drawer shut.
“What?” he asked, turning a page of my book.
“Did you rob the health clinic?”
“No. Why?”
I pulled the cap off the pen, unable to keep the
sickened expression from my face. “Your lifetime
supply of condoms.”
“Better safe than sorry, right?”
I rolled my eyes. Travis returned to the pages, a wry
smile breaking across his lips. He read the notes to me,
highlighting the main points while he asked me questions
and patiently explained what I didn’t comprehend.
After an hour, I pulled off my glasses and rubbed my
eyes. “I’m beat. I can’t memorize one more
macromolecule.”
Travis smiled, closing my book. “All right.”
I paused, unsure of our sleeping arrangements. Travis
left the room and walked down the hall, mumbling
something into Shepley’s room before turning on the
shower. I turned back the covers and then pulled them up to
my neck, listening to the high-pitched whine of the water
running through the pipes.
Ten minutes later, the water shut off, and the floors
creaked under Travis’ steps. He strolled across the room
with a towel wrapped around his hips. He had tattoos on
opposite sides of his chest, and black tribal art covering
each of his bulging shoulders. On his right arm, the black
lines and symbols spanned from his shoulder to his wrist,
on the left, the tattoos stopped at his elbow, with one single
line of script on the underside of his forearm. I intentionally
kept my back to him while he stood in front of his dresser
and dropped his towel to slip on a pair of boxers.
After flipping off the light, he crawled into the bed
beside me.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Aku tidak takut padamu," kataku, berjalan ke tempat tidur
dan menjatuhkan buku biologi saya di sampingnya. "Apakah Anda memiliki
pena?"
Dia mengangguk ke meja malam itu. "Top laci."
Aku mencapai di tempat tidur dan membuka laci,
menemukan tiga pena, pensil, tabung KY jelly, dan yang jelas,
mangkuk kaca dipenuhi dengan paket dari berbagai merek
kondom. Memberontak, aku meraih pena dan mendorong para
menutup laci.
"Apa?" Tanyanya, mengubah halaman dari buku saya.
"Apakah Anda merampok klinik kesehatan?"
"Tidak. Mengapa?
"Aku menarik tutup off pena, dapat menjaga
ekspresi muak dari wajahku. "Anda seumur hidup
pasokan kondom."
"Lebih baik aman daripada menyesal, kan?"
Aku memutar mataku. Travis kembali ke halaman, sebuah kecut
senyum melanggar di bibirnya. Dia membaca catatan saya,
menyoroti poin utama saat dia meminta saya pertanyaan
dan sabar menjelaskan apa yang saya tidak mengerti.
Setelah satu jam, saya melepas kacamata saya dan mengusap saya
mata. "Saya mengalahkan. Saya tidak bisa menghafal satu
makromolekul.
"Travis tersenyum, menutup buku saya. "Baiklah."
Aku berhenti, yakin pengaturan tidur kami. Travis
meninggalkan ruangan dan berjalan menyusuri lorong, bergumam
sesuatu ke kamar Shepley sebelum menyalakan
shower. Aku berbalik kembali selimut dan kemudian menarik mereka ke
leher saya, mendengarkan merengek bernada tinggi dari air
mengalir melalui pipa.
Sepuluh menit kemudian, air mematikan, dan lantai
berderit di bawah langkah Travis '. Dia berjalan melintasi ruangan
dengan handuk melilit pinggulnya. Dia memiliki tato di
sisi berlawanan dari dadanya, dan seni suku hitam menutupi
masing-masing bahunya menggembung. Di lengan kanannya, hitam
garis dan simbol membentang dari bahu ke pergelangan tangannya,
di sebelah kiri, tato berhenti di sikunya, dengan satu tunggal
baris script di bawah lengannya. Aku sengaja
terus kembali saya kepadanya saat ia berdiri di depan meja rias nya
dan menjatuhkan handuknya tergelincir pada sepasang petinju.
Setelah membalik off lampu, ia merangkak ke tempat tidur
di samping saya.