I leaned against the doorframe, my fingers brushing Blake’s as we stepped into his dorm. The energy between us was impossible to ignore, thrumming in my chest like a second heartbeat. I could feel it in every fiber of my being—a pull, a need, a certainty I couldn’t deny anymore.
Blake held the door open for me, his nervous smile doing nothing to hide the intensity in his eyes. I stepped inside, glancing around the dimly lit space. Seth’s sneakers were kicked off near the couch, Ava’s sketchpad lay open on the coffee table, and Dylan’s gaming headset hung from a chair. Signs of life. Signs of normalcy.
It made what we were about to do feel even more surreal.
“Think they’ll leave us alone long enough?” I asked, teasing even though my voice felt a little too light, my nerves betraying me.
