Juliette:
Saturday morning felt like a dream.
The good kind. The kind you didn’t want to wake up from.
I hadn’t seen Maddox since he left early, pressing one last kiss to my cheek before slipping out of my dorm room with a soft “see you soon.” But everything about him—his scent, the warmth of his hands, the feel of his mouth on mine—still lingered on my skin.
This week had changed everything for me.
I wasn’t overthinking. I wasn’t second-guessing.
I was his.
And I had never felt more seen in my life.
Now I stood in front of the mirror, heart fluttering as I pulled his jersey over my head. My name on the front. His number on the back. It fell perfectly over my black leggings, hugging my waist in a way that made me feel proud—not hidden. Not ashamed.
I curled my hair into soft wav
