"And swim laps after class, every day."
When did she notice that?
"If you really do have moreenergynow that you're past finals, this is the best way for you to do it."
"Maybe."
"Oh, I can use it for my project on human sexuality! We need to find a subject and run an experiment. The professor suggested a self-experiment. But this is better."
"No."
"Okay, fine, but you might as well make it an experiment."
"It was."
"Officially?" she asks.
"Unofficially."
"So make it official."
"I was considering that."
"Great minds."
Jade and I thinking alike? That's scary.
"Really, Imogen. You have time. You have needs to fill. Why not a hookup experiment? That way, it's a success, no matter the outcome."
From a scientific standpoint, sure, but she's not the one risking her heart.
ChapterFive
PATRICK
Iwake sore, satisfied, and wanting all at once.
There's a new entry of my favorite online journal.
Hearts and Thorns
The sharp-tongued, witty, vulnerable woman who offers me her heart and soul. She offers it to anyone who stumbles on her site, but when I read her words, they exist for me and me alone.
It's a little odd, following a stranger, but we all do it. We listen to podcasts or buy celebrity gossip magazines or follow influencers on social media.
Sure, most people aren't invested the way I'm invested in her life.
But, hey, I have my reasons.
My fingers itch to unlock my cell. I want to read every word, to sop up every drop of her thoughts. This is my favorite part of the day, week, month; my little slice of her.
But I don't have time to get lost in her. I don't even have time to shower. Not that I want to wash the smell of Imogen from my skin.
I shift from affection for a stranger to lust with ease. Maybe that's ridiculous. Maybe I'm a hypocrite, wanting a woman I don't know after screwing another woman I barely know, but, hey—
We're all hypocrites somewhere.
And Imogen practically kicked me out of her apartment. It's not as if she wants to spill her guts.