The room fell into a thick silence as Sloane left the room. Her excuse for leaving was something about grabbing snacks or catching up on a show. I didn’t care. 

Alexander still lay flat on my bed, his eyes tracing the ceiling, a faint smile pulling at the edge of his lips. He had just made a silly joke about us starting a self-defense club for students terrorized by people with emotional issues. 

I didn’t even hear the punchline. My eyes were too focused on the curve of his throat, the ...