Benedict
Sloane and I spend most of the morning and early afternoon studying for finals. I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting her to take me to her room. The smell of her bedroom ... is f*****g intoxicating. It took me a bit of time to settle and begin studying, and by then, Sloane was already leaving my ass in the dust.
I quicky caught up and began talking through what we’ve learned, what we thought would be on the exams, and discussing our differences of opinions about what we’ve learned.
Sloane ordered lunch in the room and we continued to study. Honestly, studying like this, with her, I feel like I’m taking in more, remembering more than I would if I were just studying by myself.
Just before four, Sloane stops and looks at me. “Ready to spar with me?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
She gets
