That was demisexuality for you, though-unless he had an emotional connection to someone, he was very much not interested, and some girl he’d just met that he’d never see again didn’t stand a chance. It took more than a few attempts at conversation for him to have feelings for someone. Yes, that was painfully obvious.Įthan grunted. Snorting a laugh, Casey repositioned the too-small patty on his day-old bun. Where you spent the whole time avoiding that girl who kept chatting you up. The ski trip we went on with our families.

These remind me of the fries at that chalet we went to in eighth grade.Ĭasey cocked his head, brow scrunched in thought. Shaking himself out of those thoughts, he stole a fry off Casey’s plate and popped it in his mouth. The latter he hoped his body would allow him to do for several more years, but with his condition, he might have to quit as early as senior year. And wasn’t that why he was here? To get an education, experience everything college had to offer, and play hockey? Though Ethan suspected bad campus food was simply part of the whole college experience. Sadly, cafeteria food was also something he was exposed to on an almost daily basis, and it was entirely Casey’s fault. Other than the fries and the chocolate chip cookies as big as his face, everything tasted bland. What wasn’t a great love of his life was Glen Hill College cafeteria food.

It was his good luck that he was exposed to both on an almost daily basis. Ethan Rain had two great loves of his life: hockey and his best friend, Casey Preston.

Keeping Casey by Amy Aislin