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the parking lot together.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You practically live with him,”
she said.
“Not true.”
“Oh yeah? When was the last time you slept in
your own apartment?”
“Hmm. I suppose it’s been a few weeks.” I
hooked my arm through hers as we approached the classroom building.
“Do you blame me?”
“That I do not.”
My classmates were nice enough not to stare
at me anymore for dating a movie star. One of my other classmates
was dating a professional basketball player. I was glad for the
focus to slide to her.
“I like you better when you’re getting laid.
You’re a lot more relaxed. I guess you just needed some orgasms to
get those endorphins flowing,” Bree said.
“You’re all sorts of wrong, you know?”
She wiggled her hips in her special dork
dance. “Actually, I’m the shiz. Speaking of which, you know about
the par-tay this weekend, right?”
“Nope.” I opened the doors to the building
and gestured for her to walk in front of me.
“Of course, you’ve been constantly holed up
in your luxury suite with Gavyn. It’s a law school tradition. Every
Halloween weekend, everybody drives up to the Guadalupe River in
the hill country. The student bar association rents out cabins and
campgrounds. We party, hike, eat, drink and play for the weekend.
Families and significant others are included.”
“Cool. You going?” Hill country meant thick,
tall trees. Lots of trees gave strange people places to hide and
stalk me, but I hadn’t seen anyone in a while. Probably because I
spent most of my free time in Gavyn’s bed.
“Girl, shoot! Hell to the yes I’m going, and
so are you.”
“Well, maybe I could go for one night.”
“What? Go for two, with me. Bring Gavyn.
It’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Oh, come on. People have gotten used to the
idea of him being your boyfriend, or whatever he is. I bet after a
few hours people would stop staring. I’ll spread the word for
people to treat him like everyone else. No autographs or
anything.”
“We’ll see. I’ll talk to him.”
She grabbed my arm outside the classroom
door. “You need to do this. These classmates are going to be your
coworkers someday. It is a very small legal community, and you need
to try, at least a little bit.” She let go of my arm and opened the
door for me. Her bright smile was back. “Plus, I’m going. And you
know you love me, bee-yotch.”
“Okay, okay.”
***
After a long day of classes and library
study time, I drove home to find Gavyn stretched out on my couch
and flipping through channels. His presence shouldn’t be a surprise
to me since I’d given him a key, but he never ceased to knock my
socks off with his general hotness.
“Hello, my lady.” He pulled me into a tight
embrace.
“Hi.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Did you finish
all your reading?” he asked.
“Yes. What time did you get up this morning?”
He’d been gone when I woke up at 5:30.
“3:00,” he said. “It did not feel good, but I
had to be there by 3:30.”
“You must be tired.” I threw my backpack on
the ground near the front door and lowered myself on to the
couch.
He sat next to me. He looked tired, pale, and
his eyes were off. “You want to go to the wine bar?”
We ordered a Chilean red and found a small
couch in the corner of the dimly lit bar.
He looked at me for a couple of minutes
without saying a word. He was fidgety, playing with the leather
strap on his wrist and continually adjusting his shirt.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“No, not wrong. Not really.” He stuttered
when he spoke. It was weird. He never stuttered. Stuttering was my
gig.
“What is it?”
He ran both of his hands though his thick
black hair, still not saying a word. He took the wine glass out my
hand and set it on the table, wrapping his hand around mine.
Oh crap. I was so getting dumped.
“Aurora.” His voice was very quiet. “I love
you.” He took a deep, shaky
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You practically live with him,”
she said.
“Not true.”
“Oh yeah? When was the last time you slept in
your own apartment?”
“Hmm. I suppose it’s been a few weeks.” I
hooked my arm through hers as we approached the classroom building.
“Do you blame me?”
“That I do not.”
My classmates were nice enough not to stare
at me anymore for dating a movie star. One of my other classmates
was dating a professional basketball player. I was glad for the
focus to slide to her.
“I like you better when you’re getting laid.
You’re a lot more relaxed. I guess you just needed some orgasms to
get those endorphins flowing,” Bree said.
“You’re all sorts of wrong, you know?”
She wiggled her hips in her special dork
dance. “Actually, I’m the shiz. Speaking of which, you know about
the par-tay this weekend, right?”
“Nope.” I opened the doors to the building
and gestured for her to walk in front of me.
“Of course, you’ve been constantly holed up
in your luxury suite with Gavyn. It’s a law school tradition. Every
Halloween weekend, everybody drives up to the Guadalupe River in
the hill country. The student bar association rents out cabins and
campgrounds. We party, hike, eat, drink and play for the weekend.
Families and significant others are included.”
“Cool. You going?” Hill country meant thick,
tall trees. Lots of trees gave strange people places to hide and
stalk me, but I hadn’t seen anyone in a while. Probably because I
spent most of my free time in Gavyn’s bed.
“Girl, shoot! Hell to the yes I’m going, and
so are you.”
“Well, maybe I could go for one night.”
“What? Go for two, with me. Bring Gavyn.
It’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Oh, come on. People have gotten used to the
idea of him being your boyfriend, or whatever he is. I bet after a
few hours people would stop staring. I’ll spread the word for
people to treat him like everyone else. No autographs or
anything.”
“We’ll see. I’ll talk to him.”
She grabbed my arm outside the classroom
door. “You need to do this. These classmates are going to be your
coworkers someday. It is a very small legal community, and you need
to try, at least a little bit.” She let go of my arm and opened the
door for me. Her bright smile was back. “Plus, I’m going. And you
know you love me, bee-yotch.”
“Okay, okay.”
***
After a long day of classes and library
study time, I drove home to find Gavyn stretched out on my couch
and flipping through channels. His presence shouldn’t be a surprise
to me since I’d given him a key, but he never ceased to knock my
socks off with his general hotness.
“Hello, my lady.” He pulled me into a tight
embrace.
“Hi.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Did you finish
all your reading?” he asked.
“Yes. What time did you get up this morning?”
He’d been gone when I woke up at 5:30.
“3:00,” he said. “It did not feel good, but I
had to be there by 3:30.”
“You must be tired.” I threw my backpack on
the ground near the front door and lowered myself on to the
couch.
He sat next to me. He looked tired, pale, and
his eyes were off. “You want to go to the wine bar?”
We ordered a Chilean red and found a small
couch in the corner of the dimly lit bar.
He looked at me for a couple of minutes
without saying a word. He was fidgety, playing with the leather
strap on his wrist and continually adjusting his shirt.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“No, not wrong. Not really.” He stuttered
when he spoke. It was weird. He never stuttered. Stuttering was my
gig.
“What is it?”
He ran both of his hands though his thick
black hair, still not saying a word. He took the wine glass out my
hand and set it on the table, wrapping his hand around mine.
Oh crap. I was so getting dumped.
“Aurora.” His voice was very quiet. “I love
you.” He took a deep, shaky
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