I’d been seeing more of Alexander lately. Not because I planned to, but because he always managed to find a reason to be around. Whether he was holding the door to my lecture hall open for me, texting me to ask if I’d eaten when class ran late, or showing up with coffee when I forgot to eat breakfast.
I wasn’t sure when it stopped feeling unexpected and started feeling... comforting.
Midterms were around the corner, and campus felt like one giant anxiety attack. Everyone was buzzing, cramming, and overdosing on caffeine. I had my notes sprawled across my bed with textbooks and highlighters. Organized chaos, or at least I convinced myself of that.
I had tossed my phone aside after reading the same sentence three times in my macroeconomics textbook when it buzzed again.
I rolled onto
