Wynters POV
I climb out of my car that is loaded up with the six boxes and one suitcase that make up my college life. It’s a little bit sad that over five years of schooling, I’ve accumulated so little, but at least it makes moving easier.
Opening the back door, I grab two of the boxes and make my way inside, dropping them by the elevator before heading back to the car again. I do the trip over and over until I have everything, locking up my vehicle, and trotting back to the elevator, and pressing the call button.
Once the door slides open, I shove my possessions into the car, holding the door open with my foot until everything is piled into a corner. Letting the doors slide shut, I hit the button for Connor’s floor.
I drum my fingers onto the rail that runs around the middle of the c
