Looking through Rob's drawers for a comb reminded me of doing the same when it was James' place. When I was a student and he was my professor. I loved spending the night with him. I loved the way he made me feel. For the first time in my life, I had felt alive. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and then quickly looked away. I didn't want to think about him. Especially if he was back home upset about something I didn't really do. Or worse, getting over it with Mason's help. Just like Mason had helped him find a great location for a bachelor party. James cheated on me.
