I giggled, escaping my on-and-off semester bestie, Zara, as she tried to drag me toward the campus gate.
“Steph! Come onnn, we both passed that gateway test! Harvard internship track is literally knocking. Let’s celebrate—movies, popcorn, maybe sneak in some wine coolers like old times. You’ve been ghosting me for weeks!”
I slowed down, turning with the fakest smile I could muster while my brain was still replaying Nathan’s thumb on my lip in his office.
“Ugh, babe, I’d love to, but… I’ve got this killer headache from staring at slides all morning. And I’m on my period. Like, crime-scene level. Cramps are trying to murder me.”
Zara stopped walking. Raised one perfectly threaded brow.
“Headache. Period. Cramps. You literally used the same three excuses last week when I invited you to k
