"I don't want to study," I tell Cameron, sitting across from me in a New York coffee shop, a biology textbook open in front of him. I close it, my hand on top of his.

"I thought you said you weren't doing so well in biology, and you needed a tutor to help you out," Cameron said, taking his hand out from under mine and removing it from the book.

"I lied," I said, now looking at the floor, extremely embarrassed. I could feel hot tears at the edge of my eyes.

"Adie, you didn't have to dumb yourself down just to get my attention," Cameron says, lifting my head up and wiping away the tears now rolling down my face.

"I didn't?" I asked, sniffling.

"No," Cameron said, "You didn't. I like you just the way you are," he continued, taking my hands. "Wow, your hands are cold." That made me smile. He took my hands and blew into his onto mine, kind of like the way people do after they go into their office after a brisk winter walk. Even I do that when I come into class after I come in from a chilly winter walk across campus.

I was pulled forward abruptly by Cameron, so I clonked my forehead on the edge of the closed biology textbook. It happened so suddenly that I retracted my hands so fast that Cameron clonked into the opposite side of the same textbook. Our heads are average size, so we clonked heads too.

Double ow. I cursed so loud that the people in the private rooms could hear me quite audibly. I covered my mouth after I realized what I had just done. The manager came over to us with such an angry look, that he himself cursed just as loud. The manager did the same thing: covered his mouth with both hands after he realized what he had just said.

Cameron and I started to chuckle, but by then the manager was in a violent phone call with his what I rendered as his really old girlfriend. But then again, it could be his mother. I laughed when I thought of that.

When Cameron and I returned to his off-campus apartment, it had started to rain. We ran under his porch, and we chuckled. He stepped out into the rain to open the door for me. I ran inside, and I saw him ruffle the water out of his hair. I smiled. He came in and we both stood there shivering and dripping wet on the front carpet.

"Let me get us some clean clothes. Ladies first," Cameron said, running into his room and rushing back out with a white t-shirt and some boxer shorts. "If you want to use the shower, it's through that door there." He leaned around the corner and showed me his little bathroom.

"Thanks," I said, taking the clothes Cameron handed me.

I came out a few minutes later wearing Cameron's white t-shirt and smiley face boxers. I wandered around and yelled out his name a few times.

"In here," he yelled from what seemed like a living room.

I guess Cameron has two bathrooms, because I came in to see Cameron in a t-shirt and boxers like me. But he had a blanket on him.

I silently sat down, and Cameron yells a Yes really loud. I try and grab the blanket that is under Cameron, but I end up falling over onto him.

"Oh, there you are, I wondered where you were," Cameron said, pulling the blanket out from under him and throwing it on me. "God, you have a hard head." He smiled and put it a pillow under my head. I liked the feel of his hands on my head. I felt safe here. So safe, in fact, I fell asleep on Cameron. Right before I dozed off, I felt Cameron start to stroke my hair. I smiled in my dreams.

(I really hope you like that. Things are starting to heat up now, huh? It should be a real interesting...story.)