A few days later... 

The lecture hall was too bright, too still, and far too quiet without Sloane beside me. 

She had woken up early this morning, cursing her uterus and swearing off her existence for the day. Cramps. She gets them bad. So, it was just me and a professor who had clearly mistaken himself for a TED speaker. 

I tapped my pen against my notebook, eyes half-lidded, my mind miles away. Still replaying everything I had no business remembering. Adrian’s mouth, his hands, his ...