It’s been five days, and I think he got hotter somehow. Memories of the other night play in my mind like a porn highlight reel and I can’t peel my eyes away from him. One-night stands are so not my thing. I don’t mean that in some judgy way either. Sometimes I think I would be better off if I could treat sex as a casual endeavor, but I’ve never been able to really enjoy sex unless I’m super into the guy. It’s a real travesty, I assure you.

Which is one of the million reasons I can’t wrap my head around the multiple orgasms. I don’t know if it was the Everclear or if my vagina just imprinted onto Nathan’s penis, but I enjoyed the hell out of it. Or what I remember.

Plus, since the scandal at Golden, I’ve started to view my actions like they might end up front-page news and Transfer Student Gets White Girl Wasted and Sleeps with First Guy She Meets isn’t how I want to start out at Valley.

I try and smile naturally at him, not letting him or my roommates see how frazzled I am. I say hello, voice wavering. He returns my greeting, keeping that cocky smirk plastered on his face as he lifts two fingers from the desk in a casual wave. He’s totally pulling it off while I’m pretty sure I look like I walked into a surprise party completely naked.

A plain blue t-shirt the same color as his eyes, jeans, and that hair… messy hair shouldn’t be this attractive. He’s seated next to two other guys that I can now assume are basketball players. Now that I know that’s his sport, I can totally see it. Tall, muscular but not bulky, and long and lean fingers that make heat bloom in my face when I remember what he did with them.

Professor Sanchez directs our attention to the whiteboard, and I’m all too thankful to have a reason to look forward.

“Welcome to Business Communications. I am Professor Sanchez. Let’s get right to the important stuff, shall we? Attendance is not mandatory, but if you miss more than three of my classes, I will dock you a percent for every additional class missed.”

A collective groan sweeps over the class. Classes with an attendance policy are the worst.

Professor Sanchez continues, “Ten percent will come from weekly quizzes, fifteen percent from homework, and that leaves…”

Someone up front finally says, “Seventy-five percent.”