The day after... 

Sloane and I stepped out of the lecture hall, its door swinging shut behind us. My arm looped through hers, and I couldn't stop smiling. My cheeks actually hurt from how long they’d been pulled into this dumb grin. 

“And then,” I said, squeezing her arm for dramatic effect, “he brushed my back. Just a soft stroke. Sloane, my brain short-circuited, I swear. I couldn’t even hear what you were saying anymore.” 

Sloane let out an exaggerated groan, tugging me ...