“Don’t.”
I move my shoulder away. I feel him slightly cower, which I feel instantly guilty about. But I have to leave. There is no other option right now.
“Let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about now.”
He stands silent, not saying a word, still completely naked. I feel myself wanting to console him, to apologize, to cuddle on the floor and talk it out. But I know I can’t.
He starts getting dressed himself, finally, but slowly. By the time I’m done he has only just zipped up his pants. Knowing I can’t stay here for another second, I open the door to leave. I rush through it, deciding to leave my lecture notes behind.
I couldn’t be more thankful that the halls are empty because I look like a mess, my heart is rapidly pounding, and I’m feeling as confused as ever.
What did I just do? I fucking hated that guy less than an hour ago. What the hell changed from wanting to punch him to wanting to fuck him?
I get into my car, start it, and slam my head against the wheel. I know that this is something that isn’t going to go away on its own. I have never felt this way about another man.
But I know who is actually responsible for this.
It’s Evelyn. Stirring up shit, making us want to sexually compete with one another.
“Fuck.”
I pull out of the parking lot and take off, not looking back.