The morning air bit at my skin the second I stepped out of my dorm. I tugged my
hoodie tighter around my shoulders, hood halfway up, hair still a mess because I couldn’t be bothered to do more than run my hand through it. Sleep had been a joke these days—broken, restless, or absent altogether.
The worst thing was that I didn't even care about it.
I just wanted to make it to class without bumping into anyone.
Keep my head down, survive the day. That was the plan.
That was the only plan.
But, of course, plans don’t mean much when Jasmine Campbell is leaning casually against your doorframe like she owns the place.
“Morning, Ryans,” she said, her voice soft but edged with that teasing lilt she always carried.
She looked… well, she always looked beautiful. Her dark hair fell in wav
