I should’ve been asleep hours ago. I really should have been asleep.
Yet, here I was, widely awake.
The dorm was quiet except for the faint hum of the radiator and the occasional groan of the old pipes. June’s breathing was steady — the kind of easy rhythm that suggested she’d passed out without a care in the world. Meanwhile, I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling like it might give me answers to the questions pouring though my mind like a flood.
It was useless.
Every time I closed my eyes, Ryans’ visit replayed itself in crystal detail. Him sitting across from me, the faint curve of his mouth when I’d said something that amused him. The way his voice dipped when he spoke to me. The way his eyes were fixed on me as I spoke about my new roommate. And—
Of course, layered over
