We did have sex.
Not the lazy, soft kind either. No, she pushed me until my legs gave out. And when I collapsed on the bed, she just laughed—this mischievous, almost triumphant laugh—kissed me, and curled up on top of me like she was claiming victory. That's how she fell asleep. On me. For most of the night.
And me? I didn't mind one bit.
But that was Monday.
Today was Tuesday.
She'd left early, before the sun had even fully stretched itself across the sky. Said her dad wanted her to stop by, something about preparing documents or getting a head start on things she might need for her program. Whatever it was, it tugged her away, and I didn't argue.
Which left me alone with my thoughts.
And the thing about thoughts? When they pile up too much, they get heavy. Too heavy.
So I went to see Trent. I needed advice. Or maybe I just needed a distraction from the mess in my head. Could've been both.
His house looked quiet when I walked up. I pressed the bell once. Waited. Then again.
