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My rab a table in the corner, and the place is far enough from campus that it’s not busy The likelihood that we’ll bu God

"I already knohat I want" She shakes her head, declining a menu when the waitress comes to take our order "Whatever your soup of the day is, I’d love a bowl of that And a banana nut muffin Oh! A hot chocolate, too, please, with lots of whipped crearaphs one by one, undecided Then, "Give , extra roast beef please Mayo, mustard, oil No tomatoes Lots of lettuce, and I’ll take extra fries with my fries" I close the menu and hand it back "I’ll stick ater and a cup of whatever soup she’s having"

The girl scribbles on her pad, sneaking furtive glances at me beneath her lashes She’s definitely a student and definitely recognizes me; I wonder if she’ll ask me to confirm my identity later, or if she’ll leave us the fuck alone to talk in peace

Then, Scarlett does one of s: stands to reesture that getsoff clothes--any clothes, it doesn’tdown the zipper and I intently watch it part, anticipation thru my chest Man, I love when she peels her jackets down her shoulders, revealing whatever she’s got on underneath

The tight shirt does not disappoint, hugging her fantastic rack Her slender hips sport black leggings tucked into leather boots

Scarlett plucks her hat off, finger-coht sheets, a stark contrast against her crisp shirt I watch her bend to shove the hat in her jacket pocket before plopping her tight ass back into her chair

Mine

And I’d be re when she seats herself

I shake my head to center myself

Focus, dammit

"I want to clarify the conversation we had the other night, since we never really finished it" It’s been eating away at oddaar packet from the metal holder in the center of the table and roll it between the pads ofback the corners

My knee bounces under the table

"Which sex talk? The one we had at my house, or the one we had this weekend when you texted me a picture of your rock hard…bat?"

No, I did not send her a dick pic She is literally talking about the vintage Louisville Slugger ned with Iowa

"The one where we discussed being responsible about it instead of having it" My nostrils flare

"Oh that sex talk" She shifts in her seat, right leg crossed over her left knee

"Yeah That one"

We’re silent for a few seconds when the waitress co the I raiseshe’ll take the hint and walk off

"So let’s talk about it, because it’s all I can fucking think about"

"That’s because you’re a raging hormone" Scarlett takes a dainty sip of her hot chocolate "I mean, look at you You look like you want to leap across this table and…"

"Bang you?"

She sputters a little, white frothy whipped cream stuck to the corner of her lip "That’s one way to put it" Her forearers never leave the cera "But you know…I don’t want a relationship based on sex"

"I don’t want a relationship based on sex either, but it would be super neat if we had lots and lots of it"

"And all this sex you’re wanting to have is withbut casual as she eyes h is interrupted by yet another server who sets our plates down She hovers, too, a blatant atteh not with us as a couple--with itated Knee bounces