“I wanted to apologize,” Carlos was saying as we entered the café. I held up my hand to stop him.

“Food first.” Thankfully, there was a table available so that I could sit down and take a load off while waiting for my order. Had I attempted to come in before class, that would not have been the case. Louis’ was popular with the students on campus for a reason. They had the best, greasiest, breakfast sandwiches and biscuits in the south. They were an instant hangover cure for many, and just a tasty treat for the rest of us. Louis’ was one of the few reasons I thanked my lucky stars for my petite frame. It was also how I knew the only curves I’d ever attain would be through surgical means, because if Louis’ food couldn’t add the pounds to my body, preferably in all the right places, then nothing else would.

Once my sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit was delivered along with a smattering of home fries covered in cheese, and a vanilla coke the world was right again. I dug in and ignored the wanting looks Carlos gave me as I moaned my pleasure. It was not meant to entice him but as a show of appreciation for the food I’d been desperately craving.

“What?” I finally asked as I wiped my mouth with a napkin to sop up some of the extra grease that coated my lips.

“I wanted to apologize, about the Charlotte thing.”

“You already did that.”

“Yes, but then you started ignoring me, so obviously I didn’t do a good enough job.”

“I’m not ignoring you, I blocked you.”

He sat back, taking me in with sad eyes. “Why? Why would you block me? We weren’t dating or exclusive.”

“It wasn’t about Charlotte; it was about everything else you said.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Besides, I think our little adventure ran it’s course a while back, otherwise there would have been no Charlotte.”

“But,” he started to say something and reached for my hand. That’s when he must have felt it. The ring. Carlos pulled away, as if he’d been shocked, and glanced down. “What is that?” He asked as his eyes rounded in surprise.

“Oh, that’s my wedding ring,” I offered up nonchalantly.

“Wedding ring?” He laughed then. “Okay, I know you’re mad at me, but you don’t need to pretend to be married now. Damn babe, I thought we were in a better place than that.”

“Carlos, we had an agreement before. That’s all it was. Actually, I thought we were simply mutual fuck buddies who didn’t want strings attached and major distractions. As it turned out, you were just using me for free tutoring, and I guess you also thought the sex was payment for my troubles.”

“What the fuck?” I turned to see Wes standing there with a blonde sorority girl hanging off his side. No, I wasn’t being judgmental. She was actually a sorority girl according to the pink, barely-there Alpha Kappa Theta t-shirt she was wearing. Did I mention I had a severe loathing of sorority girls? Don’t give me crap about it either. I had my reasons, and they were legitimate ones.