After a fast but rousing round in a bathroom stall, Brian and Vanessa were forced to part ways for the rest of their classes. Sometimes he wondered if they should have picked the same major just so they could always have the same classes, but she had told him that was ridiculous and they could be apart for a few hours each day.<br/><br/>That evening, they were back at their apartment. It was a small, run down one bedroom, but it worked for the two of them and it was home. The walls were dirty, the appliances old and breaking half the time. They didn't have an in-apartment washer or dryer. Vanessa was cooking dinner in the tiny galley kitchen when Brian stepped up behind her and encircled her waist with his arms. "I don't know what you're making, but it smells amazing, and I'm famished." He leaned in and started kissing the soft skin of her neck where it met her shoulder.