I don't sleep well. Every time I close my eyes, I'm back in the library, hearing Ethan's voice, seeing the way he looked at me, feeling the heat where our hands touched. His words won't leave me alone. "I can't stop thinking about you." By 7 AM, I give up trying and get dressed instead.
The dining hall is already half full when I arrive Friday morning. Early risers and athletes rush through breakfast before practice. I grab coffee and a bagel, finding a table near the windows where I can watch the campus come alive. The weekend stretches ahead with no classes until Tuesday because of some faculty development thing. Three days to figure out what I actually want. Three days to try not thinking about him, though I'm not optimistic about my chances.
