The sun streams in through the cheap vinyl blinds covering my dorm window. I stretch my arms above my head, unable to suppress the smile on my face since my dreams of Jax are still fresh in my thoughts.
I reach over and grab my cell off the end table next to my bed, knowing he would have texted this morning before his practice.
Jax: Happy birthday, my beautiful girl. I will be thinking about you all day. I love you.
I text back the emoji that is blowing a kiss and then sit up.
I hear voices on the other side of the bedroom door. Looking toward Jess’s bed, I see that she isn’t there. After pulling my hair into a messy bun, I head to the living room.
“Oh, look. The flower child herself has emerged from her beauty sleep,” a voice that can only be described as snarky says.
“Lily, this is
