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ELLA
I spent the rest of the week picturing East standing in the snow. I never used to be a daydreamer, but now I was, which meant I was behind. For every hour I read my textbooks and wrote papers, probably half of it was spent staring at nothing. Imagining East’s bare body. The feel of his short hair beneath my fingers. The deep sound of his voice. The sure thrusts of his hips.
I was f****d, and these days, not by him.
Giggling came before my roommates into the apartment. I was sitting on my bed, my legs folded with my laptop and studying stuff in front of me. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Finals weren’t for a few more weeks so many teachers went easy on assignments prior to the holiday since so many travelled. Or at least that was what it seemed. I used the time to buckl
