LILA'S POV
The party was somehow getting louder.
Which should have been impossible.
Considering Parker was already there, currently trying to convince a group of freshman hockey recruits that he had invented the concept of the "celly."
I sat on one of the plush, oversized lounge sofas tucked into the corner of the living room beside Landon, the bass from the speakers vibrating right through the cushions. Despite the chaos of the crowded room, both of us were laughing so hard my ribs ached, reminiscing about our old university statistics project.
"You seriously saved me during that semester," I said, leaning back and shaking my head at the memory.
"I was a walking zombie."
Landon laughed, a warm, easy sound that easily cut through the ambient noise of the party.
"I doubt that. You
