Page 31 of College Boy

“No, I mean, it’s hard work, Mitch.”

“I know, Em,” he insisted. “I saw how tired you were those few nights you worked while I was staying at your place over spring break.”

She grinned, blushing some more. “Saw how tired I was and still found time to seduce me before I could even yank off my work shirt.”

“What can I say?” he teased, already stirring in his pants as he stood on the curb peering down at her. “I guess the smell of peanut butter just ... does something to me.”

She nodded, no longer blushing. “I should have sent you home with a jar,” she murmured distractedly. “Give you something to remember me by.”

“You already did that this morning, remember?” he teased, the taste of her liquor still fresh on his tongue, to say nothing of the sound of her multiple orgasms still ringing through his ears. “As long as I don’t take a shower, I’ll have plenty to remember you by.”

“Gross.”

They snorted, Mitch rushing forward to kiss her unexpectedly. “Hey,” she scolded toothlessly, wagging a playful finger as he stood back onto the curb. “We promised no kissing goodbye, remember?”

“Sorry,” he lied, not even close to feeling sorry. Not even a little. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s why we promised, remember.” She gazed down at her lap. “I’m still sore from this morning.”

“What about last night?” he snickered, before correcting himself. “Or wait, does 3:00 AM count as this morning?”

She sighed, a wistful sound that made him sad all over again. “It’s probably good you’ll be three hours away, College Boy.”

“Yeah, what’s good about?”

“My poor kitten needs a rest after this week.”

They chuckled some more, but the engine was still idling and, after their slight, uh ... delay while erotically contorted atop the living room couch that morning, they’d already gotten a late start. The last thing Mitch wanted was for Emma to have to drive home alone after dark. It was bad enough she was driving home alone at all.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” It was a throwaway line and they both knew it. Emma straightened up in her seat. Mitch recognized it as her driving position. He nodded, tearing off the bandage.

“You sure you don’t me to come up?” she asked, hand already on the gear shaft to slide it smoothly into “reverse.”

“Positive,” he lied. He wanted nothing more than for Emma to come up, move in and stay forever. But her future lay three hours due south, back in Flamingo Shores. And, he hoped, so did his. That is, as soon as this damn semester ended. Suddenly, one stupid month had never seemed so long!

“Hurry back to me,” she croaked, nodding as he fidgeted from one foot to the other on the curb.

He nodded in reply. “If I could make time go any faster, I would. You know that, right?”

Emma’s smile was forced, to match the tight, almost defensive look in her deep brown eyes. She nodded just the same. “That’s what these next few weeks are about, right, babe? Seeing if the magic’s still there after your last exam.”

“I know that.”

“So why are you mad then?”

“I’m not mad,” he insisted. “I’m sad. Don’t think I’ve ever been so sad, honestly. About anyone or anything, ever.”

“It’s only a few weeks,” she insisted, voice cracking. “Right?”

“If you say so.” He was glowering. Being dramatic. Infantile. Juvenile. And they both knew it.

“We talked about this, remember?”

“Yeah,” he snorted. “Naked. In bed. I would have said anything to have you naked and in bed.”

They chuckled again. “You’ll have me, babe. As many times as you want. Over and over again. In all the ways you didn’t this trip. And I’ll have you, all to myself, just ... come back to me, okay?”

He nodded, knowing it was her way. Her way of saying goodbye, once and for all. The way he should have done as soon as he got out of the car. He took a step back, waving politely. That washisway. His way of saying goodbye.

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