Of course, that meant less time at Cheryl’s apartment before he would have to leave again.Usually, Cheryl would have been disappointed and fussed on...the phone about not having enough time with him. She even surprised herself with her indifferent response, “Okay, whatever. See ya when you get here. Love ya.” They said their goodbyes, and Cheryl hung up and went looking for Alex.It was raining, so Alex had not gone out to play with his friends. He was on the couch, flipping through the channels. Then he slowly slid his right hand thru the hair just above falling onto my forehead, and tugged at it slightly. I could sense a playful innocent frustration in his grip. A hint of desperation. An urge. I felt as if I was watching myself from the outside, almost out of control, I got up, stepped closer slowly, reached the back of his neck, leaned in, and kissed him gently. He held on to me, almost grinding himself up against me to return the kiss, and within a few seconds we were wrapped. I introduced myself to his personal secretary and added that Mr. Skaggs had said that it was an emergency. I placed him on speaker when he came on and I had everyone introduce themselves.I asked if there was going to be a memorial service for the victim and when."Wednesday," He replied.I asked how many female students. "Three forty five; there is a two to one male over female student population," he responded.I asked about an auditorium or field house to hold the rape prevention class. I asked. Right here. Right now. On that.Not being able to hold myself back any longer, I go for it and step into his arms. His body envelopes me, pulling me close. I hear him breathe in the scent of my hair. Taking every bit of me in.Without talking, he loosens his hold and takes a step back. For a moment, my neediness kicks in. Has he changed his mind? What’s wrong with me? I should have realised this is too good to be true. But my fear is short-lived as he uses one hand to weave his fingers through my.