"Mo', dating is actual hell for me, remember?" I shutter, recalling the swarms of negative memories.

"Des, no one said anything about dating." Monique's words are clear.

Ansel sighs, "Mo', you can't expect him to have emotionless sex with some frat boy. Des' isn't like that."

I chuckle, "Yeah, but maybe I have to be." I glance into the crowd, scanning for the boy that fell into my arms. I find him among a group of other guys, lost in his head and rolling his body to the bass. The sight makes temptation bubble in my stomach.

"Alright, I'm going."