"How was creative writing?" Ali asks, before finishing off her second beer.

"It was... interesting," I vaguely tell her while looking down and scanning the menu in my hands.

I seemed to have piqued her interest as she sits up straighter in her chair and suggestively asks, "Oh, how so?"

"Well..." I begin as I look around Double G for Marc. He left for the bathroom a couple of minutes ago, but the bar is so packed tonight that I assume he will be waiting in line for a while. "I got paired up with Eli for an assignment. We have to interview and write a paper about the other person," I tell her.

"How much did he pay your professor to make that happen?!" She chuckles at herself as she sits back in her chair.

"That's exactly what I said!" I slap the menu down and laugh along with her.

"Well, that will be fun, right?" She shrugs. "You said things were good between you two after he came to your room and apologized for the other night."

"Yeah, it's all good between us, but I don't know," I sigh. "I'm afraid if I spend more time with Eli, I'm just going to end up liking him even more than I already do," I tell her.

"Okay, so what's the problem? You like him, and he clearly likes you. He made it pretty apparent that he's interested in more than just a hookup, and we all know that your whole 'I just want to be friends' act was bullshit anyway," She says as I chuckle at her brutal honesty.

Eli's confession on Saturday night rocked me to the core. I didn't expect any of those words to come out of his mouth.

"I find myself constantly wanting to be around you.".

"I like you, Logan. More than I've liked anyone, and it's freaking me out."

"Logan, I want this.".

To say that I was stunned is an understatement. I tried to keep Eli at bay. I tried to resist him and the way I feel about him, but it was no use. He told me he wants me, and it was said in a way that meant more than just sex. Now that he's made it clear that he doesn't just see me as another random hookup, I can finally admit just how much I want that boy too. I threw out the 'let's be friends' thing as a last desperate Hail Mary, hoping to stand my ground against him, but I'm pretty sure Eli knew I was full of shit as soon as I relaxed under the weight of his perfectly chiseled body on top of mine and fell asleep with him in my arms.