/lit/ - Literature

I work up the courage to break up with her on Monday. I spend the next three days feeling sad and angry yet also relieved. Tonight I go out to my campus bar with some friends. I sit down in the booth. Immediately my phone vibrates with a text. I ignore it. Two minutes later my phone vibrates with a call. Its her. I move to the patio of the bar where its quieter. I answer the phone. She was sitting outside and saw me walk in. She asks me to come out and talk. I do. We speak for an hour. I can feel my sadness and anger receding, slowly being replaced by familar happiness. Throughout the conversation we begin to touch, subtly at first; a knee against a knee, and then more blantantly as the time goes on; a hand on a thigh. I say I should get back to my friends. We stand up and hug. We pull apart. We kiss on the lips. I get an erection. She giggles and walks away. I go back into the bar. Im distracted for the rest of the night. My phone vibrates again. Its her. She wants to see me this weekend. Deliberate for a long time. Tell her to come over on Saturday. Curse myself for being so weak.