23.

The more I tried to fight him, the harder he fought back. I wasn't exactly sure why we had such a strong pull towards each other, apart from the burning need to explore one another in the most intimate ways, but I understand now.

This wasn't just about the sex anymore, and we both knew it.

Thanksgiving at my parents had gone just as I expected it to. By the time Sam and I got back in the car on Monday afternoon, we both looked as if we dug up a whole graveyard. Snippets of conversation played in my mind from dinner, haunting it, to the point where Theo's green eyes became only background music now to the grand performance that was my past brought to present.

"Have you gained weight, Dove? You seem an awful lot more chubby than when we dropped you off in September."

"Why don't you listen to Sam and get a car already, Dove? You're in college now, you'll need a car."

"Why didn't you take a Politics class too, Dove? It would've complimented Literature very well."