Now we were touching, Zoe seemed hungry to touch me and be touched everywhere. That Indian over there looks nice. Blowjob sex Kiss her? My voice didn’t work either. Except it wasn’t. And going to uni was supposed to be my escape from Zoe. “We need to talk” she said quietly. Poking my head out the door I saw the corridor was all-clear and I made a dash for Zoe’s room. Or excitement? Only I _love_ Ed Sheeran!” another girl was righting the painting, which seemed miraculously undamaged. I did the same as a bluff, not focusing on the pages as I wondered what Zoe was thinking of me. Zoe excused herself to go powder her nose. Whereas I studied in a grim tower-block with whitewashed cinterblock interiors the students nicknamed ‘Stalingrad’ on the outskirts of a grim industrial town, Zoe studied in a vibrant historic old uni in a historic old town.
