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placed his arm around her. “Let’s get to class.”
    Henry watched them for a moment before he averted his gaze and walked alongside them. It was a little awkward even though she wished it wasn’t. It would take some time for Henry to get used to her relationship with Coen.
    They took their seats in their classroom but Coen sat next to Sydney with Henry on her other side. When Nancy sat down, she looked at Sydney and smiled. Sydney smiled back.
    Sydney leaned toward Coen’s ear, whispering so low he could barely hear her. “Please don’t be too affectionate with me in front of Henry.”
    He sighed. “Okay. What does that entail?”
    “Just hand holding.”
    “Okay.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I understand. As long as he knows we’re together, I can do this.”
    “Thank you,” she said with a smile.
    “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
    “The luckiest girl in the world.”
    He smiled at her, conveying all of his love in the look alone. The classroom was an inappropriate place to be affectionate so their stares would have to suffice as intimacy.
    Professor Jones walked into the classroom and immediately began lecturing about different energy levels in the environment. Sydney scribbled in her notebook while Henry typed on his computer. He hadn’t taken notes in a long time so she knew he was feeling better—at least a little bit. Every few minutes, Coen would scribble a love note on her paper. She smiled when she read it then covered it with her hand so Henry wouldn’t see it. Henry was accepting and supportive of her relationship with Coen, but she didn’t want to make him feel worse than he already did.
    Sitting next to Coen made the electricity spark like it always did. It was almost too distracting. Even in jeans and a shirt, he looked absolutely delicious. After she told him about her horrific past, she really did feel better. Now she felt an even stronger connection to him than she already did. If she was sure of nothing else, she was sure of the love they shared for one another. Never in her life had she trusted and relied on someone so much. He was everything to her—even more than everything. Now she just wanted to go home and be alone with him, talking and making love. Her need for him wasn’t lustful, although she did feel the burn between her legs when she thought about him. She just needed that connection whenever possible. She felt addicted to sex—addicted to Coen.
    When the class was over, Coen walked Sydney to her next period . Henry walked alongside them. He didn’t reach for her hand, which made Sydney equally relieved and sad. His hands were in his pockets but his shoulder was touching her, being affectionate in some way. She was grateful that Coen still liked Henry even though he kissed her, but they both knew Henry respected and loved her. He would never touch her like that again. Also, it was obvious how guilty he felt about the whole thing.
    When they reached the lecture hall, Coen nodded to her. “Have fun.”
    She sighed. “I’ll try.”
    “I’ll see you at lunch,” he said as he walked away.
    Sydney stared at his ass as he walked down the hallway before she went inside, trying to push her fantasies to the back of her mind. Henry and Sydney sat down in their usual seats in the back. Henry typed on his computer while Sydney tried to focus on the lecture. Her mind kept wandering to Coen until it started to annoy her. If he was all she ever thought about, she was going to fail all her classes. She imagined him lying on top of her, moving into her slowly while he looked in her eyes. He stretched her so much that it blasted her mind with pleasure. She shook the thought away because the area between her legs was starting to burn.
    When the class finally ended, she and Henry walked to the cafeteria and sat at their usual table. Nancy was already sitting there and she was about to mention her relationship with Coen when a tofu salad was placed in front of her.
    Coen smiled at her