The midday sun lazily caressed the campus grass, but Eliza barely noticed it. Her back rested against the rough trunk of a tree, her backpack open beside her and a notebook filled with half-comprehensible scribbles on her lap. Midterms were just around the corner, and although she tried to concentrate, her mind was chaos. The words blurred before her eyes, replaced by a clear and persistent image. Damian.
Days had passed since that night in his apartment, since her skin had ignited under the touch of his hands, since the warmth of his breath had mingled with hers in the darkness. The mere thought made her shiver. But days had also passed since she had last seen him. His absence was a tangible void, like a shadow that followed her everywhere. And although she tried to convince herself that she should focus on her studies, her heart had other plans.
"Are you here or on another planet?" Amanda's voice broke the silence like shattered glass.
