It was Saturday morning, and the dorm room already smelled like caramel latte that Sloane had brought in for both of us. Soft breeze entered the room through the window that was slightly cracked open. 

After Italy, we weren’t in the mood to continue pretending we were carefree girls on a break because the first week had taken more from us than it gave. It stole the sparkle from our eyes. 

“I swear, this guy’s face is what sends me,” Sloane said through a laugh, tilting her laptop ...