Morning sunlight filtered through the cheap plastic blinds of my dorm window, casting bright parallel lines across my rumpled bedsheets.Waking up usually involved a slow, groggy battle against my digital alarm clock, but today my eyes snapped open with complete, undeniable clarity.The events of the previous night rushed back into my mind like a tidal wave, instantly accelerating my heart rate.Shifting onto my side, I propped my head up on a pillow and stared directly at the wooden desk chair sitting in the corner of the small room. Michael’s incredibly expensive black tuxedo jacket was draped carefully over the back of the chair. It looked completely out of place among my scattered textbooks and worn-out hockey gear, serving as a massive, physical reminder of everything that had shifted between us.He had wrapped that jacket around my freezing shoulders to protect me, and he had intertwined our fingers in the back of the SUV while promising to play this fake game for real.The lin
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