The Next Day
Juniper POV
After six grueling hours of lectures, I stumbled back to the dorm, utterly drained, and decided a nap was exactly what I needed. I woke up tangled in my sheets, hair a bird’s nest against the pillow, and the first thing my brain supplied wasn’t coffee or even the cold takeout still sitting on my desk.
No. It was Tristan’s voice, ‘Don’t be late, girlfriend.’
“Girlfriend?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “In his f*****g dreams. I might be dumb but never his girlfriend. Ever.”
I groaned and rolled over, pressing my face into the pillow like that would smother the flutter that despite everything was building low in my stomach.
“Get it together, Juniper,” I muttered, voice muffled by cotton. “It’s just a jersey. Just a game. Just three months of pretending so Nolan f
