Colin and I were inseparable for three whole days in New York. We wandered down every narrow alley and bustling street by day, and by night we were wrapped up in each other, lost in heady, fevered touches that felt like they'd never end, every worry in the world fading to nothing.
So why did I leave without a single word later?
I'd accidentally stumbled across his ID.
I was born in 1995. He was a full-on Gen Z kid.
It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped straight over my head, snapping me back to reality in an instant.
I sat there frozen for ages, then suddenly lifted my head and asked him, who was completely focused on his game, if he was still in college.
He dropped his phone right away, cupped my face in his hands, and grinned. He said he'd graduate next year.
He asked
