Aurora D'Angelo / Isla Smith
Ashton drove me to my dorm. Before he could step out of his fancy truck, I opened the door and jumped out of his Mercedes G-Class.
He had said it was not a date, but allowing him to pay for the food and drinks felt dangerously close to making it one. If I stayed in the car and allowed him to show all his sway and gentlemanly manners, like opening the door, or walking me to the door… I would be at such a risk of this night truly ending like a real date, with a kiss.
This guy is dangerous, very, very dangerous. I should keep my distance; he is just a classmate. Yes, that is what he is.
“Isla,” he said, and I stopped in my tracks. I was already halfway between his car and the entrance of the dorm. “Are you in a rush?” he said, and afterward I heard the sla
