Lying in bed, my mind was filled with images of our evening together. How his luscious locks shined in the autumn moonlight. His lips were the kind of pink that reminded me of a rosebud. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin and it had a natural cupid...
Agonizingly slow, the clock ticked on. Seconds turned to minutes, and eventually, the hour passed. Alas, the period ended and the usual rush of “busy” college kids began. Busy, I snorted, their biggest concern is the massive kegger going on this evening....
Silence. Nothing is quite as deafening as the sound of silence. He didn't say he was angry, the furrow in his brow made it obvious. Dinner was on the table, and had been sitting there for nearly an hour. And there it continued to sit, untouched. "Sir," I...
