The morning light filtered softly through the velvet drapes, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors of the east wing dorm. Jenna blinked awake, her mind still reeling from when she bumped into Drake Vexmoor the previous night. She had brushed it off as a coincidence, some random twist of fate but that thought shattered the moment she walked into the kitchen area and saw him again, this time barefoot and shirtless, drinking from a glass like he owned the place.
“You?” Jenna blurted out, completely caught off guard.
Drake offered a faint smile, as though this was amusing to him. “Looks like I’m your third roommate.”
Drake Vexmoor was the third roommate?
He leaned casually against the counter, his eyes flicking toward her with the same unreadable depth from before. “Mornin
