It had been four days since you had seen Vernon. Both of your guys' encounter had been nothing short of a whirlwind of emotions, a roller coaster ride of kisses and embraces. You and him had watched a movie together, but had spent more you both making out on his couch than paying attention to the film.

You knew that Vernon was busy with his project, so you tried to be understanding when his texts were few and far between. However, she couldn't help but wonder what had happened between them.

You’d texted when you’d gotten home safe, as he’d requested. Then you’d woken up the next day to a "good morning :)" text, which was swiftly followed by "today is so busy I might die." And then the two of you had just — moved on. You felt a pang of regret in your heart. You wished you could see him again, to talk about what happened and what it meant for them. But you didn't want to risk ruining what little they had.

He sends a Shrek meme and then disappears for hours; you laugh react or send a meme in return. He sends you a picture of a “gnarly” squirrel he sees on campus; you send him a picture of a shitty doodle you drew during one of your lectures.

Is he thinking about it as much as you are? You can’t get the feeling of his lips out of your mind, and it’s driving you crazy. You want to kiss him again, want to run your fingers through his hair again, want to feel his hands on your waist again.

Time: 6:25PM

Your eyes widen when your screen lights up. You quickly straighten from where you’d been lounging on your couch, tucking your hair behind your ears and hoping for the best. He knows what you look like, you remind yourself, but that doesn’t help the nerves when you finally accept the call.

“Hey, stranger.”

He looks cute, and it makes you sick.

“Hey,” you reply, and you can feel your cheeks heat up for no apparent reason. All he’s done is say hello, but you haven’t seen his face in four days. You were still in shock on why this was happening. Why did he decide to call you at this moment.