EIGHTEEN
LeoAfter finishing my last class of the day, where my douche bag of a professor decided to assign an additional paper for shits and giggles, I pull out my cell phone to text Alma.
Dinner?
Her response is almost immediate.
I’m just going to grab something from the cafeteria. I have to tutor in thirty minutes.
When will I see you?
After? I work until 8 tonight.
Okay.
So, you want me to come over to your place?
Unless you want me to finger you in front of your roommate, I’d say that’s a good idea.
Leo! So vulgar.
You love it. Don’t pretend you don’t.
Whatever. ;-)
See you tonight.
See you! xo
I resist the urge to tell her that I miss her and that I’ve been thinking about her all day. I already agreed to a label this morning. There’s only so much new-relationship s**t I
