Sunday morning: The Girl called my number. It was by mistake. She hit the wrong button. I should have hung up. But I stayed on. And we talked. Her words were slurred. She was drunk. Partying with her friends. She asked me for a ride. They needed a ride home. I said ok. I should have said no.

Im lonely. Kayas absence has left me lonely. I need someone to hold. Someone to kiss. I need to stay away from The Girl. Ive been hanging around her too much. It hurts. It hurts to be around her. Knowing that I cant have her.

I drove them home. Dropped her off first. Then the others. I should have come home. But I circled back to her dorm room. She opened the door in a sweatshirt and thong. Pulled me in. Didnt really question my presence.

I sat on her bed. She sat down beside me. Leaned her body next to mine. Her head touching my cheek. She talked. I listened. Sometimes she would turn to look at me. Her forehead would touch my cheek. Her skin was scalding hot. It felt good. As did her hot breath. Down my neck. Into my open blouse.

She talked about her boyfriend. The reason behind her drunkeness. The acid in my stomach churned. I didnt to hear about her asshole boyfriend. I wanted to leave. But I didnt want to move away from her body. The touch of her hot skin. I wanted to kiss her.

Her roommate came home. She brought friends. I decided to leave. The Girl hugged me goodbye. I came home. Tried to cool myself off.