When I left Ryans’ dorm room two hours later, I couldn’t stop smiling even if someone had paid me to.
It was ridiculous…it was ridiculous how my cheeks hurt from grinning, how my heart still fluttered like a teenager’s after prom.
By the time I got to my dorm, the sun was already climbing high, spilling gold through the hallway windows, catching on the dust motes dancing in the air. Everything looked brighter, louder, alive. Even the usually creaky door to my room swung open like it was in my good mood.
I knew I was only seeing it that way because of my very good mood but it didn't matter.
June was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her usual chaos — hair up in a pineapple bun, a green face mask smeared unevenly across her cheeks, laptop open to some true-crime podcast, and popcorn sca
