"I'm sorry I didn't show more faith in you today," I said.
"That wasn't all your fault. My being secretive about my interview and then that airhead telling you I was with Steve. But for future reference, know that you can trust me," she said and then leaned across the table and kissed me.
A few days later, after our last exam, I came back home. I wish she lived close by; it would have been better. I didn't come out until evening when my hard dick finally subsided.
It was time for dinner, but no one had called me to come eat. So I stood up, went to the kitchen, and saw nothing. Didn't she cook, or what? I haven't eaten since morning. I took two packs of instant noodles, cooked them, ate, and went back to sleep.
The next day, I woke up late. I stomped to my table and found a note—and it was addressed to me.
"Who might have dropped this?" I asked myself.
My door wasn't locked last night, so someone could have intruded into my room while I was fast asleep.
I took it and opened it.
