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The sun stood high and unforgiving. I adjusted the strap of my tote bag on my shoulder and squinted against the light, my pace brisk and quiet beside Sloane as we cut through the path toward the lecture halls. It was the same day, only a few hours since I got back from Alexander’s apartment, and already the day felt like it had stretched into a full week. Sloane wore a matching lilac tank top and tennis skirt. She was scrolling through something on her phone while half-listening to my commentary about our upcoming group project. Our afternoon classes had been long, dragging on in a haze. Now, with our heads finally freed of the professor’s voices and glowing slides, we made our way across the main courtyard toward the parking lot. “Why would we be given a group project when the break just ended?” Sloane muttered, slipping her phone back into her bag. “I don’t even want to think about that,” I said with a dry smile. “I just want it to be over with. And fast.” Sloane rolled her eye

The room fell into a thick silence as Sloane left the room. Her excuse for leaving was something about grabbing snacks or catching up on a show. I didn’t care. Alexander still lay flat on my bed, his eyes tracing the ceiling, a faint smile pulling at the edge of his lips. He had just made a silly joke about us starting a self-defense club for students terrorized by people with emotional issues. I didn’t even hear the punchline. My eyes were too focused on the curve of his throat, the stretch of his broad chest under his shirt. And before I could overthink it, I moved. I climbed over him slowly on purpose. My legs straddling his waist. “Kim?” he said, blinking as he turned to me, confused. “What are you—” But I didn't let him finish. I dipped down and kissed his neck. It was soft at first, then with a lingering press of my lips. I could feel his heartbeat, but mine was frantic. I wanted him. I needed him. So, my lips moved along his jaw, my hands sliding up beneath the hem of his

The rest of the weekdays were tough. After my outburst to Alexander, it was like he became a ghost. I didn’t bump into him at school as I usually did, and I was starting to feel like I was being intentionally ignored. It’s Saturday and I’m not feeling the weekend as I normally do. Adrian has gone back into the arms of his girlfriend, and he’s been ignoring me as well. “You’re seriously just going to sit here like everything’s fine?” Sloane asked, one eyebrow lifted as she looked at me from across the room. I didn’t answer. I had been curled up on my bed for the past two hours, flipping through pages of a textbook I wasn’t actually reading. The words blurred into one another, and all I could hear was the echo of my voice yelling at Alexander. The look on his face and the quiet way he left. “I’m not acting like everything’s fine,” I muttered, turning a page. “I just don’t know what to do.” Sloane snorted. “You do. You’re just stubborn about it.” I glanced up at her, the guilt alre

I gripped the wheel so hard, I thought I’d snap it in two. I couldn’t believe this. I’d gone to Alexander’s to apologize. I went there to make things right, and somehow, I left feeling more humiliated than ever. That girl had the audacity to stop me, to try to explain, like I hadn’t seen everything with my own eyes. I jammed the key into the ignition and started the car. I sped out of his driveway, tires screeching against the pavement. I didn’t care how reckless it looked. Let the world think I was crazy. But as I merged onto the campus-bound road, my dashboard blinked. “Check engine.” I frowned. No, not now. I pressed harder on the gas, and the car sputtered, jerked forward, then died. “What the hell?” I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, leaning forward in disbelief. My foot tapped the pedal again, and still nothing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” My voice cracked in the silence. And then I saw it. The black V12 Vanquish gliding down the road behind me. I hadn’t e

The morning light came through the curtains, almost blinding me. I groaned, squinting as I rolled over in Alexander’s bed, stretching out against the sheets that smelled like him. My legs felt weak, and every inch of me hummed like a harp string still vibrating, but when I turned to the side and saw the bed empty, my heart dipped a little. Alexander wasn’t here. Still wrapped in his oversized shirt, I slid out of bed and made my way into the hallway barefoot, brushing a few stubborn strands of hair out of my eyes. And then I heard it. Loud music. Somewhat kitchen music and a little off-key, thanks to whoever was singing along. I turned the corner and froze. Alexander and Celeste were in the kitchen, dancing and laughing with full energy. Celeste had flour on her cheek, and Alexander was wearing a ridiculously charming grin on his face. He was tossing pancake batter onto a skillet like a breakfast wizard, while Celeste danced behind him, mimicking his movements to the beat of the so