Chapter Three
The next day’s noon found me seated in a subway car returning from The Mall in Washington D.C. The ride passed in an expectant blur.
I had risen early that morning so I could shower, dress and get out of Angela’s hair before she popped in anticipation. She hugged me before I left and kissed me on the cheek. I resisted the impulse to turn my face slightly so that my lips met hers.
“Thanks for doing this with me, Em. I appreciate you not making me feel like some kinda s*x-crazed freak.”
“You’re welcome.” I replied and leaned in to kiss her back (don’t worry, I kept my head and pecked her chastely on the side of her face). Then, I got the hell out of there before I did or said something radically stupid.
The University of Maryland is a short subway ride from the nation’s ca
