Hurrying I jumped onboard the morning train and looked for a seat. Just in time, I had to leave in way too much of a hurry. Not to mention having to leave Nathan. Ugh, I’m so tired. The few hours of sleep cuddled together weren’t nearly enough. My sleepy image reflected in the window. Thinking back to Nathan’s cheerful attitude I smiled.

It was impossible to accomplish anything on my internship. A day seemed to stretch into a week. I was more occupied escaping the questioning look of my advisor instead of actually getting something useful done. Thankfully I had plenty of excuses to be anywhere except at my desk. Walking through random corridors my mind kept wandering off to last night, I already missed him.

At last I was free to go from a very unproductive day. Coming home I found the front door locked. Good, at least I wasn’t robbed. I kind of hoped Nathan would be waiting for me but of course I knew he had to leave. Everything still seemed to be where it belonged. Everything, except for the dishes. I never got around cleaning them the night before but here they were clean and neatly stacked to dry. And he also left me a note. I read it a dozen times. Or well one part in particular “I should’ve joined you in the shower”. I didn’t expect him to seriously consider my offer. It left me with a warm and fuzzy feeling inside as I kept thinking about what could’ve happened.

Rays of sunlight flicker through the window blinds. Kevin was already awake. Wait. Is he staring at me? He jumped out of bed and kissed me on my lips the moment I realised he was. He certainly wasn’t prude or concerned about what would be a proper thing to do for that matter. Right enfront of me he pulled down his boxers. ‘Gonna take a shower, but you can stay in bed.. if you want.’ That cheeky bastard. He gave me such a huge boner. I was barely able to hide it underneath the sheets.

Showering together is no fun without at least a little touching. Should I?  No, I thought. I don’t believe in loveless sex. Then again, would it be loveless sex? It felt like butterflies and hummingbirds were darting in my belly. I’d better just get up and get dressed. But before I could get up, Kevin stepped out of the steamy bathroom.

Keys?! He’s gonna give me his keys?! What if I was a serial killer about to murder more than thirty guys in less than thirty days, only to violate their bodies to stimulate some sick sexual urge? ‘No I couldn’t possibly..’, I objected. ‘Nonsense!’ He said, ‘just bring it back later.’ And just like that he left. Needless to say, I never did return that key.

I made myself a warm cup of tea and sat down enfront of his computer. Why what have we here? …Porn?! Holy shit! Was he jerking off the night before? I wasn’t snooping, honestly! What’s this? Locker-room gangbangs? I started snickering. That idiot, who forgets these kinds of things?! I closed the files. Perhaps I’ll tell him eventually that I’ve found his private collection. But for now I’ll pretend it didn’t happen. To spare him the embarrassment when he’d find out his computer was full of porn on our first date.

I left him a note and left.