The late afternoon sun spilled golden light through the tall windows of the dorm room, casting gentle shadows on the hardwood floor.
Inside, Lily, Maya, and Graham were gathered in their room.
Maya sat comfortably straddling Graham’s lap, her arms loosely around his neck.
He had one arm draped across her waist, the other holding a book he had long abandoned in favor of listening to the conversation Lily had launched into the moment she shut the door.
“I mean, can you believe him?” Lily said, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Touching me without my permission, smirking like a devil, and speaking like I should be flattered! Who the hell does he think he is?”
Graham raised a brow, but it was Maya who replied first, her expression stormy.
“He’s trouble, that’s who. There’s someth
