Jordan had just finished her first chemistry midterm, cried a little on the train ride back uptown, and hurriedly packed a bag for the night. She typically spent at least part of the weekend with Romi, and after the last two stressful exam weeks, she was very much in need of unwinding, preferably sexually. Otherwise, the release of the tension would most likely be emotional, and she knew that wasn’t what this relationship was about. She’d touched up her face, tousled her hair a little, and taken off her bra, and was now standing outside Romi’s door, having knocked lightly and sent her a text. “Hey,” She smiled when the door opened. “I’m a free woman. No exams for about a month. Which means chemistry no longer owns my ass-- you do.”
( @romi--weiss )
