Honestly right now my life feels like one of those K-dramas where everything explodes in slow motion and then somehow turns into the most perfect thing ever.
Except this isn’t Seoul, and there are no subtitles—just me, standing in the middle of a forest that’s way too quiet after all the shouting, with two guys who both look at me like they wanna f**k my brains out
And honestly? It’s terrifying. And amazing.
I squeeze Raphael’s fingers tighter. “We can’t stay out here,” I say, and my voice comes out softer than I mean it to, like I’m asking permission instead of deciding. “My dorm is close. It’s warm. There’s a bed. And no trees trying to scratch my back while you two decide who gets to claim me first.”
Caleb lets out this short, almost-laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Your dorm.
