✽ Mandy ✽
A few days later, I was stretched out on the couch with a fuzzy throw over my legs as I watched TV. It was mindless, and it was exactly what I needed. The apartment was quiet, despite the sounds coming from the TV. Jason had gone out to get something to eat since both of us were too lazy to cook. I should have been studying, but my brain refused. Instead, I kept thinking about one thing. Or, in this case, one person.
Jason.
I couldn’t stop thinking about his porn collection. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his lips felt against mine. I couldn’t stop reliving the moment he had called me his girlfriend without blinking. And then I couldn’t stop thinking about how he listened whenever I talked. It didn’t even matter what I was talking about. Jason always listened. Always.
