Eric chuckled and released my arms to lock his forearms around my chest, instead. The feeling of intimacy without the nudity or as some precursor to fucking was foreign to me, but not unwelcome. Not at all. Eric and I were trysts and tension and smack talk, but the idea that there was a whole other dimension to us that I’d caught only fractional glimpses of when we were together was surprisingly alluring. Not that I was ready to walk through the U’s quad holding hands with him—and I didn’t even think either of us were the schmoopy handholding type anyway, but still. The concern in the way he’d
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