22
EAST
This time when I led her into my house, I stopped in the kitchen instead of taking her to the shower. I dropped my keys on the granite counter and leaned a hip against it.
“I want to stop bringing you here after fights,” I said.
She paused as she took off her coat and frowned.
“The fight at the warehouse and now at the university.”
I took the jacket from her and hung it on a peg in the mudroom.
“You should give up the math department and take up English. I think that’s an allegory or something.”
He arched a brow. “And you should stick with sociology.”
She smiled. “Agreed.”
“I haven’t been back,” I told her. “The warehouse. It’s because of you.”
“Me?” she said, setting her hand on her chest.
I liked her in her skirt and sweater, the flirty hem reminding me of the dress s
