“After class, if she got out early, sometimes I'd catch her downstairs writing up her notes. And she'd smile and I had to bite back every single corny thing I'd ever wanted to say, like: All off me is an invitation reaching toward you, or my fingertips ache where they haven't touched your skin or I hear the promise of us in the crescendo of every ballad and maybe I was supposed to be a bachatero instead of a pilot because all I had were torch songs for a girl I barely knew.” LovePoetrySmileCornyBallad Book:You've Got a Place Here, Too: An Anthology of Black Love Stories Set at HBCUs Source: You've Got a Place Here, Too: An Anthology of Black Love Stories Set at HBCUs