Alyona

It wasn’t supposed to happen. We were supposed to be working on our research paper, which, by the way, was due in two weeks.

We weren’t supposed to be laughing over a stupid joke he cracked about Plato being “the original drama king.”

We weren’t supposed to be sitting that close, our notebooks tossed aside like forgotten relics.

And I definitely wasn’t supposed to be kissing Ashton King.

But somehow, between the laughter, the subtle teasing, and the way his eyes locked ...