There was something about the sound of bustling students and the smell of fresh books that made everything feel new again. Maybe it was the sunshine that streamed through the tree-lined walkways, or the way the campus hummed with energy. But mostly, it was him—the thought of seeing him again on campus. 

“Can you believe we’re actually happy to be back at school?” Sloane grinned beside me, flipping her curls as we walked out of the parking lot. 

“I know,” I said, chuckling. “It ...