Mom smiled. "That's cute. But you don't know how you'll feel months from now. Neither of us do. Maybe this was just a fling, and we needed to get it out of our systems."

"Yeah, maybe." I said, but I wasn't sure I believed it. I changed the subject. "Patrick knows about us, by the way. But he still thinks you're just my babysitter. We just need to make sure he keeps thinking that. That means you probably shouldn't visit me at the dorm, especially not with Dad or Lindsey."

"That shouldn't be too hard, but I'll keep it in mind."

We fell silent again.

"I'm gonna miss you when...