carmen looked over at tanner, he was sleeping soundly after the most recent round of drunken sex. he was too good for her and she knew it, tanner issacs was a nice man, someone she probably would have dated had she never gotten involved with syre and his friends before yates. had she stayed the quiet girl, she might have been perfect girlfriend for tanner, but that was another life. 

carmen was taking a few summer courses, happy to stay in quiet vermont and her room at calloway house. this gave her the added bonus of being able to spend a bit more time with certain someone. sprawled out on the floor of tanner’s bedroom, the two were both lose in their only little world of studies. carmen had readings and notebooks surrounding her while tanner had his laptop and whatever else he needed to get work done. this was nice, she thought to herself as she put down her packet of kurt vonnegut and watched as tanner typed away at his laptop. she loved the look he got when he concentrated, lips pressed together as he squinted his eyes into laser focus, and his brows furrowed together.