"Great!" Amanda said, springing out of my bed. "I have a lot of work to do tonight."She took her keys out of my hand and kissed my cheek. "I know you ...ere maybe thinking something more was going to happen." No," I said. "You're in your last year of medical school. I was stress relief! I'm just glad you're dressed and didn't run out of here naked to get back to your projects."I walked her out to the car."You really need to move, Simon." She looked up and down the street. "It's not safe!" I'll be. They’re all scary looking, probably meant to ward off thieves in the night.“But have you seen how atomically correct they are?”Actually, their dicks look bigger than they should.“You’re right,” the girl agrees. “But maybe they’re not bigger than they should me. Maybe gargoyles have really big dicks.”You should a little too excited. All I can say is thankfully there are no such things as real live, breathing gargoyles.“Why would that be bad?”Aren’t vampires enough?“I suppose,” she says, her mind. Day after day I had waited for him… What started off as regular, romantic dates, eventually turned into a few sappy text messages saying “Miss you xoxo.” I was finally starting to give up, even having thoughts that he found something better… Or someone. As my melancholy kept clinging to me, I kept clinging to anything from him. Reluctant to leave, and dying for more…. I was out of my mind. To fill the agonizing time between my encounters with Vincent, I often read smutty romance novels to pass. She told me she was an emergency room nurse and rotated shifts, working twelve hours a day three days a week. She wasn’t sure how she was going to handle her situation because getting baby care for that length of time seemed impossible, and Jon’s grandparents wouldn’t help much because they wanted custody of Jon and have filed a suit to be named custodian. It was after I went to bed when I decided she probably had the baby but wasn’t telling me the whole truth about Jon’s father. I imagined.