Rayla couldn’t believe how much had changed in just three days. It was as if that small promise—that fragile agreement to start fresh—had flipped a switch in Asher. He was everywhere now, his presence a constant in her life in a way it had never been before.
It started with little things. He’d show up at her dorm in the morning, leaning casually against the wall with a smirk and a coffee in hand. “Morning, Kitten,” he’d say, his voice teasing but warm. “Ready for another thrilling day of pretending to pay attention in class?”
At first, Rayla had been skeptical, half-expecting him to revert to his old, brooding self at any moment. But Asher surprised her. He stuck to his promise, his teasing and jokes a far cry from the cold, distant version of him she’d grown used to.
Lunch became a dai
