It was late Sunday evening when I returned to my dorm after going home for my birthday. To be honest I wasn't very present at home that weekend and I spent most of my time thinking about her and how she'd taken my virginity just a few days ago. The memory of what we had done was burnt into me and I would replay it in my head over and over. This one event completely changed the way I felt about her.
When I called to let her know I was back on campus I could hear the anxiety in her voice. It was a five minute walk to her dorm but it felt like an eternity as I was desperate to see her again. As I walked up the sidewalk to her dorm I saw her standing outside (she had done her makeup, curled her long brown hair, and was wearing this beautiful red sweater and jeans) and our eyes met. She ran into my arms and we hugged so tight, as I inhaled I picked up the scent of her perfume (this beautiful aroma called Colors). She was almost crying and we kissed so hard that it felt like no one else existed in that moment.
We went into her dorm and were greeted by the front desk worker. I gave her my student ID and she signed us in so that we could go upstairs. We stepped into the elevator and she pressed the button for the 9th floor. As the doors closed I couldn't wait to put my arms around her and kiss her again. We were interrupted as the elevator stopped on the 4th floor and a couple students entered. We stood silently as the elevator continued it's trip upward and when the doors opened on her floor we stepped out both anxious to get to her room.