“Good morning, sophomore.” Were the very first words that I heard as I woke up.
I opened my eyes and looked at my side where Aydan was sat at the edge of the bed in nothing but his gray boxers and the memories of what happened the night before came back to me. My face got hot and I had to look at him. We did not have s*x, but we did sleep on the same bed. After our make-out session in the hallway of the girls’ dorms, Aydan had taken my hand in his and led me back to his apartment where we spent the time talking. As in really talking as a way for me to know more about him as I barely knew anything. He never liked talking about himself as much as I thought. He was the least bit narcissistic but still had a big ego that could fit mine three times into it.
I learned a lot about him, like ho
