OLIVIA
The next few days passed in this quiet rhythm I didn’t even realize I was falling into. Wake up. Argue with Roy about giving me space. Go to class. Meet Jordan in the library. Pretend we were actually studying. Fail at pretending. Repeat.
It was stupidly domestic in a way that shouldn’t have felt so… good.
We’d sit side by side, surrounded by the faint scent of old paper and coffee, the sun filtering through the tall windows like it was in on our secret.
I’d take notes for all of five minutes before my eyes got heavy, and somehow, I’d always end up napping—on my arm, on the table, sometimes on him. Jordan never complained. He’d just sit there quietly, his shoulder warm against mine, flipping pages like it was perfectly normal to be my human pillow.
The first time I caught
