He watched me as I walked away, grinning. “See ya in class!”
Inside, the air of the dorm was warm, heavy with the faint smell of detergent and old wood, a safe, familiar contrast to the cold, polished steel of Zane’s car.
I barely had time to set the book on my desk before I noticed Mia.
She was perched on her bed, cross-legged with a pillow hugged to her chest, like she’d been sitting there for a while waiting.
Her eyes flicked up, too fast, too eager. “Well? Well? Wellll?”
I paused, halfway to pulling my boots off. “…Well what?”
She tilted her head, trying to look casual, but there was a too-bright spark in her eyes. “How was it? Your… date with Zane?”
The way she said “date” made something twist in my stomach. It sounded forced, like she’d rehearsed it.
My shoulders tensed. “I d
