It’s Sunday night and as much as I want to stay with James, I don’t have any of my things I need for school tomorrow and Harper is probably expecting me at some point. I did manage to do some homework today but we spent most of the day having a lazy day in bed, taking breaks to eat and watch movies between making love. He pulls up to my dorm and I look up at the building with a sad expression.

“Talk to Harper, baby. I hate seeing the face you make when I bring you home.”

“I just hate being away from you. I feel like we spend more time away from each other than we do together and we live six blocks from each other.” I let out a sigh. “Do you want to come in?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

I look down at my lap and tuck a hair behind my ear nervously. “Probably not.”

“Gabrielle.” He grabs my chin so I look at him. “Do you want me to come up?”

“No, you’re right. I’m being ridiculous. Last night and this morning was just intense and I’m feeling clingy, I guess.” I hate this feeling but at this moment, I can’t imagine not being with him tonight.

He cups my face and rubs his nose against mine. “Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Are you asking me on a date, James Calloway?”

“I believe I am. Will you?”

“Of course. I have to do some homework, but maybe you can pick me up around seven?”

“Come over after class and do your homework at our apartment.” I swoon just like I always do when he calls it ours. “I won’t be home until around five or so, so I won’t be there bothering you.”

“Then why do you want me to come over?”

“Because I want to know you’re at home waiting for me.” He places a kiss on my lips and before long we’re making out. In front of my dorm. Which doesn’t register until I hear my name and knocking on the passenger side window glass.

“Gabrielle!?” The voice brings me back to reality. Fuck. We had gotten out of the club last night after being drunk and reckless as hell where all my friends were just to get caught now that I have a clear head? I curse myself at the recklessness. I pull away from James’ lips and look towards the source of the voice to see Harper staring at me, her eyes wide and unblinking.

“Fuck,” I whisper.