The Flyer & The Frat Star

Finals

Josephine

After speaking to WSU's Title IX Coordinator, we've come to an agreement to take some time to seriously think my decision through before officially filing, especially with finals and winter break fast approaching. Julia's in her early thirties and opened up to me about her own experience with sexual assault that led her to her career which I appreciated. I instantly trusted her implicitly. She was very honest and candid about the dismal reality of the situation, that most cases don't end with a conviction... or even a penalty. After taking in all the statistics and forms, I figured it would be best to take a step back to get through finals before coming back to the decision with a clearer head.

And of course, Hero has been more than supportive and proud of any choice I make. I swear, that boy praises me for which cereal I choose in the morning. He's my cheerleader. With finals in just two days, I've spent pretty much every hour not at cheerleading practice with my head crammed in a textbook or my fingers cramping from writing papers. Hero may not be happy about my isolating myself to study, but he understands... plus, he is just so fucking cute when he pouts.

I'm currently sprawled across my bed on my stomach, papers strewn about as I type away on my laptop. Khad is currently on a "study date" with Pia, but the way she wiggled her eyebrows when informing me of her whereabouts for the night I can guarantee there won't be much studying going on at all. I'm just about to hit page 4 of 10 when I hear the door unlocking, I just continue typing away figuring Khad forgot something, but the energy shift in the room tells me otherwise. It's like my body is hardwire to his. We're electric. "Hi babe," Hero smiles sheepishly, knowing he wasn't supposed to interrupt my essay writing. I give him a fake stern look, but I can't help the way my stomach flutters at the sight of him in his black joggers and faded gray t-shirt God, I've missed him these past few days. It feels like my heart literally breathed a sigh of relief the moment he walked in the door. "I know you said I had to wait to see you til after finals, but I couldn't last," he walks over and takes a seat at the end of my bed, his hand instantly finding the bare skin of my calf igniting goosebumps all over my body.

I crane my neck to look at his gorgeous face, his expression one of false apology. "It's okay," I shut my laptop, "I was just about to take a little break anyways, rest my eyes for 5 minutes," I lie. I was totally about to power through the last 6 pages, but I can't help but set aside a little time for my man.

"You've been studying like a madman, Jo. You know you're gonna ace all of your classes," I roll my eyes at his overly confident assumption. "You're wearing yourself out," his voice dropped an octave as his hand began rubbing up and down my calf, adding pressure in just the right spots, eliciting a slight moan from me as my head falls to the bed in exhaustion. He may have a point. "Can I give you a massage?" Hero with his hands all over me? Yes, please, I'll take two.

"Really?" I lift my head just enough to see his smirking face, dimple sending lightning strikes right to my lady parts.

"Of course," he stands and flips my lamp on before getting up to turn off the overhead light, bathing the room in a dim, comforting glow. "Take your shirt off," he purrs, sauntering back over to the bed like a lion hunting his prey.

"Why, Mr. Fiennes-Tiffin, what type of girl do you take me for?" I joke, trying to stifle the suffocating sexual tension in the room that's threatening to have me panting like a cat in heat in about 2 seconds. He just chuckles and shakes his head at my antics, climbing onto the bed and straddling my lower body. He peels the XL PJ shirt I was lounging in off my body, tossing it aside as I lay back down.

"I really do want to give you a massage, baby," he expertly unclasps my bra to bare my back to him. "You're working yourself too hard," he coos as he gathers my hair to one side to brush it off the back of my neck. "Do you have any lotion?"