The drive back to campus is quiet. Tense. I rub Kerian’s thigh, feeling it bunch under my hand. He sits stiffly in the driver’s seat, his jaw tight and his eyebrows a slash on his forehead. It’s probably because I’m touching him, but he’ll have to get used to it. He said I was his, so he has to accept how I am. And I am touchy as fuck. It drove some of my ex-girlfriends crazy, but it’s just how I am. I’m not going to change just because I’m fucking a dude now. When we pull up to my campus, Kerian idles in front of my building, the car in park but his eyes straight ahead. “Okay,” I murmur,
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