My hands sweat, my pulse quickens, and I feel like I might vomit the breakfast I didn't eat at any moment. As Samuel stops in the campus parking lot, I can feel nerves taking over my senses. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the overwhelming feeling inside me when a hand lands on my leg, causing it to stop immediately.
"Everything will be fine," Ian murmured for the umpteenth time since I came down to the dining room this morning.
I nod but keep my words to myself. Since his friend's visit and our subsequent conversation yesterday, I've noticed a more relaxed Ian. In fact, I might say he's willing to let things unfold naturally. Or that's how I perceive him.
"I just hope I'm not wrong."
Samuel turns off the car engine. Ian surprised me by announcing he intended to accompany me to pi
