As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.

Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared. Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you're late. Lucas: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)

I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.

It's not that i don't want you. I lied, earlier, when i said i was protecting you. I'm protecting myself. I don't want to be your rebound, Jacqueline." "Then why are you assuming that role? It's not what i want, either." "What am i gonna do with you?" "I can think of a couple things.

Erin you' re dangerous." "Iknow.

Erin was right. Apologies could come too late.

Did that hurt? On your lip?" "Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.