Is It My Turn Now?

Summary

The day I arrived on campus for my freshman year, I was practically buzzing with excitement. I clutched my acceptance letter—same major as Nate—and planned the perfect surprise.

I found him leaning against a brick pillar outside the women’s dorms, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low, casual murmur.

“Sera has severe anxiety. She only talks to me, she can’t handle being alone. You have to find a way to get her into my program,” he was saying, his tone smooth and commanding.