KATY'S POV
I fling the door open and throw my arms around Braydon. He freezes for a split second, surprised, before grinning and hugging me back.
“Congratulations on surviving midterms,” I say when we finally pull apart, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’m proud of you.”
He adjusts the collar of his flannel, giving me that cocky smile I’ve grown to love. “Thanks, sexy prof. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
I roll my eyes and lead the way to my room with him trailing behind. I gesture toward the center of my bed, and his eyes widen a little.
I’d set up a small victory spread on my bed: a half-dozen cupcakes from the campus bakery, a bag of chocolate chip cookies, a small box of macarons in pastel colors, a bottle of wine I’d grabbed from the corner store, and a bouquet of daisies I’
