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Jordan
Annie started studying at my house almost every evening.
She didn’t stay the night every night. Sometimes, she actually finished her work at a decent hour and went home to spend time with Jennifer. On rare occasions, she had study sessions with other fourth years, and I didn’t see or hear from her at all.
Which was fine.
We weren’t dating. No matter how Julian or Hollin joked when it was brought up. And if I was honest, this was much easier than any relationship I’d been in. Those relationships had always been as brittle as glass. Glossy and seemingly perfect on the outside, but one good hit to the surface, and the entire thing shattered.
“Okay,” Morgan said, clicking her pen against the notebook in front of her. “I think that’s a wrap. We all need lunch. We can come back i
