CHAPTER 104
MARA’S POV
I laughed–the sound spontaneous, infectious as it bubbles from my chest.
Kurt sat across from me in the small, cozy restaurant we'd picked for dinner, chuckling too. We were surrounded by plates of pasta and bread sticks, a few glasses of Italian red wine, and remnants of the conversation that had been going on smoothly for the past hour.
What began as a simple evening with us just catching up, slowly transitioned into something… comfortable. We joked about our old college days, reminiscing about late-night study sessions and a few lectures that were a pain in the ass.
“I remember you telling me you had the absolutely worst roommate," I said, shaking my head. “Every night, his music would blare across the hallway. And every single day,you'd get calls from you
