“I…I’m not this guy. The one-night-stand kind.” Oh, how the irony of his statement isn’t lost on me, knowing full-well my reputation around campus. “Seems to me like you’re doing a great job of it,” I tell him, my hands gripping his smooth, muscled biceps. “But if you’re planning to implode afterward, at least let me sneak out so I don’t have to watch.”
Classy
