Lucy felt as though she had woken up from a dream … or perhaps a nightmare. The morning sun felt too bright for the chaos of last night.
She had slipped out of Jonathan’s apartment at dawn, her skin was still humming with the memory of his touch. She was wearing her own dress now, it was dry, wrinkled, and smelling faintly of the detergent he used. Every step she took back to her dorm reminded her that she had betrayed her father’s trust last night.
"Lucy! There you are!"
She flinched at the sound of Zoe’s voice. Her friend was jogging toward her, looking fresh in a pleated tennis skirt with a latte in both hands.
"I was so worried! I tried calling you after the storm hit, but your phone was dead," Zoe said as she gave Lucy one of the latte cups. "Did Adrian ever make it to the libra
