This is a short and steamy story. Enjoy.
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
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I had thought that by taking the initiative to study somewhere quiet, I might achieve some progress. The truth was that I’d gone from procrastinating at home to procrastinating somewhere else.
I had never seen the campus library this empty. It was late, most students would have left at this point. The only kind remaining were desperate or obsessed. I was the desperate kind. I suddenly remembered Ezgi, she was the obsessed kind, though I hadn’t seen her in over a year. The impact she had on my way of thinking remained, though. The effect best friends have on us isn’t washed away so easily, not even by something as destructive as time. I wondered if she was here. I glanced around, looking for her, wondering if I ever had the intention of studying at all, or if subconsciously I just wanted to see her again.