at the end of the day, I enjoyed his attention. I needed it, having been in a funk since the first guy who made me feel more than attraction left me for something bigger, as he should have. My heart aches a little at the thought of the boy—no, the man I met the summer before my first year of college. Little did I know he’d be in the same school come that fall. Had I known, I probably wouldn’t have gone full summer fling with him but rather taken things slow out of fear of what might happen once we had to see each other around campus. A small smile graces my lips as I think of Trey Donovan.
