Page 21 of The Night We Met

“Just one?”

“Okay. Two if we’re feeling real daring. We’ll do that.”

“Deal.”

One week later

“Okay!” My professor starts to say as we start packing up to leave class. “I want you all to write a paper on what it means to be a psychology major, what you expect to learn from studying this subject, and why you chose psychology to begin with. I want that on my desk in a week. Have a good weekend.”

School’s been in for a couple of weeks and I’ve never been so busy. I’m not complaining because I love the work, but I’d love for just a moment to breathe.

Jax: Hey sissy! How’s college life treating you?

Me: It’s insane. But in a good way

Jax: Meet any cute boys yet?

One boy comes to mind. But I haven’t run into him since the party. I try to tell myself that it’s a big campus. That he’s an upperclassman. The feeling of being forgotten so easily and so quickly stings a little too much to admit to anyone.

Me: Jax! No. I’m too focused on school right now to even think about that

I also refuse to mention my kiss or any of my arrangements with Liam to any of my family. If they knew they’d throw a party and start planning our wedding. I’m not ready for that. Least of all with Liam. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy. But he got weird after that night. And I refuse to hold out hope for someone that won’t reach out to me. Sure feelings may have stirred up for me, but I’m definitely not ready to pursue a relationship with him or any man for that matter. Well maybe one man. But, again, I haven’t seen him since the party.

Jax: Fair enough. So what are your plans for the weekend?

Me: Me and Sarah are going to a football game Saturday and maybe a frat party. And then Sunday I’m working on homework.

Jax: Boring!

Me: This is pre-adulting my dear sister. A delicate and equal mix of work and play.

My sister chooses to tell me how school for her is going. She’s indecisive about running for Student Body President. So as her older sister, it’s my job to hype her up and tell her that she’d be a great voice to have at the school.

I’m so preoccupied with texting my sister that I run…literally run (well walk) straight into someone and drop my phone.

“Ohmygod I’m so sorry!” I exclaim.

Hands land on my biceps to steady me. “It’s alright sweetheart. I think I’ll live.” The voice says. And holy crap!If this isn’t the voice that has haunted my dreams for a week. The voice I’ve touched myself to.

I trail my eyes up Nike-covered feet, black workout shorts that are hanging just right on his hips, over a CSU football shirt, and into the eyes of a delighted Mason.

“Wow.” I mentally smack myself. “I mean, hi. I almost didn’t recognize you in workout clothes.”

He chuckles a little. “Yeah, I like to keep people guessing.”

“I’ll bet. I really am sorry. My mom always warned me about walking and texting.”

“As long as you don’t text and drive, I think your mom would be proud.”

“Yeah.” I say and get a little lost in his eyes but shake myself out of it. “Uh…well…I should get going. Don’t wanna be late for class.”

“Sure.” He says and steps aside to let me pass.

I’m about five steps away from him when he calls out my name and I turn around to acknowledge him. “Yeah?”

“I think you’ll need this.” He holds out my phone to me that I somehow forgot that I dropped.

My eyes widen at my dumbness. “Oh, right! Thank you.”

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