Chapter Nine
The week after the Valentine’s Dance, university starts for real, and I’m plunged into lectures and tutorials and society meetings and a coffee evening with my Fuller mentor and a res charity thing and a few minutes snatched here and there with Damien. After two weeks of trying to keep up with everything, I reach Friday evening, wave off Carmen’s suggestion to go out with Kimmy and Georgia, and fall into bed. I only manage to read two pages of my current book before the words start to run into each other, and as much as I’m dying to know what happens, sleep pulls me under.
I surface on Saturday morning to the sound of banging on my door. “Mmm, come in,” I mumble, hoping I left the latch unlocked last night. I don’t feel like getting up to open it.
“How are you still sleepin
