207. The three-minute-woman

The closer they came to the classroom where she would hold the presentation, the more she started to walk like a robot.

Lance wanted to take her hand, but she evaded him and looked at him in reproach. Sighing, he could only try to comfort her with words. With his hands in his pocket, he tried to fight the impulse to just open a random door and pull her in.

He hadn't even kissed her. Even if he had done so in the past, he didn't remember. So he was only left with the memory of a picture that was so erotic, making every porn look pale in comparison.

Well, that wasn't the issue at hand now. 

"Just try; if it is uncomfortable, we go. If you are scared, we will go. If you don't want to come back to college ever again, we will search for something else. I just want you to try."

Paige nodded woodenly. 

"I know." It was also the strategy she had followed to get herself to stop fleeing. No pressure, everything is alright.