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talk to you again some time or another.”
    I open the door and step out. At least Eric feels I am capable of handling this on my own now, since he is still turned back in his seat, watching me exit his truck.
    Tara hops out real quick as I am shutting my door, and she has tears in her eyes again. She reaches out around my neck and hugs me. Oh, ok what am I supposed to do with that? I just reach up with one hand and lightly pat her back in return. She removes her arms from me and steps back slightly, while wiping her face dry again. “Thank you so much, Caroline, for listening to me, and, again, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am about this morning. No matter what Eric might say, I promise I am not typically like this. I will definitely be getting hold of you soon, if that is ok? And, be safe when you head out later today.” I just nod my head ok at Tara, and give her a small smile.
    I can’t help but glance up into the driver’s seat, and I see Eric with his eyebrows scrunched together in thought and watching us both. He then gives me a nod. “Goodbye, Caroline.” Oh, the way he says my name, I hope I can walk straight back into the building with these Jell-O legs of mine. As I turn to walk away, Tara hops back into the truck and shuts the door.
    I take the short walk to the dorm’s door, and, as I am entering, I glance back one more time and see his truck is still there, and they are watching to make sure I make it in. As soon as I am fully in the door, and it is closing behind me, I see him backing out of his spot and driving away.

AS I AM walking back to my room, my head is spinning with all that has happened today. Of course, the main things that stand out all revolve around Eric. Early morning awakening to a door banging, finger pointing, pissed off girl is nothing in comparison to the introduction of Eric Wright. I also keep running everything he said through my head. He finally called me an adult, so that is a plus; knowing he doesn’t view me as a youngster, like I thought. Even more importantly, though, he called me pretty and commented on my dimple more than once.
    My single deep dimple when I smile used to always bother me, but if he is liking it, then I now feel an all new appreciation for it. I get that dimple, as well as my blue eyes, from my Daddy. My olive skin, full lips, and smooth deep brown hair all come from my Mom. She also blessed me with a tiny waist and a full C cup chest. Both my parents are taller than me, but I have come to accept that—they made heels for a reason.
    I have now reached my door, and listen for anything on the other side—wouldn’t want to open the door to Piper deciding to move the party to her room. Been there, done that before, and don’t want to see it again. By no means is Piper a proper lady, and she has no problem changing men like normal people change underwear. As a matter of fact, I am surprised she even bothers wearing underwear. I mean, going commando would save some time right?
    It sounds quiet, so I unlock the door and open it slowly. All the lights are off, and the blinds are still shut, but, since it is light out now, I can clearly see Piper lying in her bed, fast asleep. I can tell her hair is a mess, but, of course, she still took the time to put her shoes and bag away neatly before crashing. I think about laying back down myself, but the reality is I know there is no way I am going back to sleep, and the caffeine has nothing to do with it.
    I get everything I need for the shower together, and pull out my clothes. I decide on jeans and a tight fitting green sweater. I have to tell myself that choosing to wear this sweater, which is almost the same color as those eyes I can’t seem to get out my head, has nothing to do with my clothing choice for the day. I mean, it is chilly out, so a sweater makes perfect sense. I take a long hot shower, still contemplating if I should actually be taking a cold one, since I still seem to be a bit affected. I