The day after...
Sloane and I stepped out of the lecture hall, its door swinging shut behind us. My arm looped through hers, and I couldn't stop smiling. My cheeks actually hurt from how long they’d been pulled into this dumb grin.
“And then,” I said, squeezing her arm for dramatic effect, “he brushed my back. Just a soft stroke. Sloane, my brain short-circuited, I swear. I couldn’t even hear what you were saying anymore.”
Sloane let out an exaggerated groan, tugging me slightly as we walked down the front steps of the building. “Oh my God, Kim. What is this? Since when did Alexander become your personal kryptonite? You barely tolerated this guy before!”
“That was then, Sloane. And I wasn’t tolerating the guy,” I said, trying not to sound too defensive. “He was just... there. But n
