Eric was gone a lot, too. I wasn’t sure whether or not it was on purpose, and the moments I saw him in passing he acted the same as he always had—polite, if aloof. Somehow I’d been expecting more. Some kind of acknowledgment of our hookup in the glances we exchanged—a kind of heat, or a wink and a smile. Something. But there was nothing. Nothing that remotely resembled the erotic intimacy that had existed between us that night in my room. And it was doing a number on me.
