I stared at him and then shook my head to my shoulder, first on the right side then on the left, maybe I had blockage. "What? Sexy?" I blinked at him. "I just vomited in your toilet because… I let that thought drop off, he didn’t need to know the whys. “I just vomited in your toilet and you're saying that I look sexy?"

"I'm saying that you look sexy in my tank top."

I didn't want feel disappointed, but I was. He would say that about any good looking girl and probably had to Jen on numerous occasions. I untied the knot at the side of the tank top, hopefully making it less sexy.

"Oh, right, well, thanks." I turned back to the table and hit his notebook with my pencil, avoiding his gaze further. "Come on, we're losing valuable study time."

He obeyed and came back to the table, "I'm sorry I got us off topic, it will be strictly business from this point forward. Now, let’s review impressionism."

For the next few hours we studied hard. Very few times did we break from the studying. One of those times was when Kent put my sweater out to dry, the other was so he could brew some coffee several hours after sundown.

The information about how Jen liked to punish Kent was long forgotten as the history of art filled my brain. I was slowly dropping, my head on my arm sinking closer and closer to the page beneath it. "Kenny, so tired..." I said groggily.

Finally he stopped and closed his notebook. "Want to crash on the couch and we can start in the morning? I'll cook breakfast."

"Or here is good too." My head fell onto the notebook with a dull thud.

My eyes wouldn’t open to see Kent but I heard him shuffling around and soon I felt like I was flying because he’d picked me up and walked me somewhere.

"You’re not going to sleep in the damn chair at the table."

I leaned my head against his chest for the brief time I was in his arms. When I was laying on the couch I curled up into a little ball.

"It’s cold."

It wasn’t long before I felt something warm and fuzzy being draped over me. Another moment later I felt Kent kiss the top of my head.

"Sleep well, Elly."

It was the last thing I remembered before I slipped into sleep.

Chapter Twelve

In my dream Jen’s vagina was coming towards my face. I fell violently off the couch and onto the hardwood floor.

"Ow, shit! I whispered softly into the darkness.

I heard the thud of feet across the floor as Kent came rushing into the living room.

"Elly, you alright?"

I looked up and saw his bottom half wrapped in a blanket, his dark eyes staring down at me, concerned.