It’s hard not to notice all of your pictures hanging around the house. At first they made me very uneasy but over time … well … they reminded me...of a wondrous time in my life and a great friend.’ ‘Friend?’ he whispered as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure the bedroom lights were off. ‘We were far more than friends and you know it. For awhile I actually thought that we’d … well that changed on graduation day when you said good bye.’ ‘I said good bye!? It seemed like a pretty mutual. Are you sure you want to do it this way?" I'm sure. Take me back home."After I dropped her off at her house, I thought about what she had said. Other than our understanding about me not fucking other girls, nothing had really changed. There was the implication that Emily might not be as available to me as I was used to her being, but she had always had that option. She was reacting to what she saw as a threat, or at least a challenge from Shirley. I saw no gain for her with the new way of. In the last quarter I'd really let my focus go, especially in English (usually my favorite subject). I just couldn't seem to think about work. I kept getting distracted by my professor. Watching his mouth while he lectures and the way he smooths his tie when he's sitting at his desk. I was supposed to be finishing the final draft of my midterm paper and I hadn't even started. My heart was pounding in my chest. I knocked softly on the door."Come in." he called from inside the office. I slowly. He snorted. “Hobbies, right,” he said, shaking his head and leaning forward to rest it on the steering wheel.“Are you mad?” I asked.He sighed. “No, I’m not mad. I’m just trying to process all this.”“Yeah,” I admitted. I was too. My lips felt chapped. I licked them and could still taste his sperm. I hate to admit it, but it was yummy.“Obviously we don’t tell anyone about this, right?” he asked.“Oops, I already tweeted it out to my followers,” I said.“Gabbie…”“Yes. Duh.”He sighed again. Without.