ADINNA’S POV
The smell of milk still clings to my hair, faint but stubborn, even after two showers. I can still feel it dripping down my skin as everyone laughed. I told myself I wouldn’t think about it again, but my mind is cruel. It replays the moment like a favorite song on repeat.
I pull the blanket tighter around me and stare at the ceiling. The dorm feels smaller tonight. Quieter. I’ve washed my sheets, wiped down every surface, and tried to erase any trace of the day. But no matter what I do, I can’t scrub away the sound of Jace’s voice asking me if I thought I was special.
Maybe I did. Maybe, deep down, I wanted to be.
The door bursts open, breaking through my thoughts. Riley’s voice fills the room before I can even sit up.
“Okay, I have news,” she announces, dropping onto my
