Alyona

The weekend came faster than I expected.

I had planned to bury myself in textbooks, sip endless coffee, and overanalyze every line of our assignment until Ashton faded from my brain.

But none of that happened.

Instead, I spent most of Saturday pacing around the house like I was being chased by my own thoughts.

I knew Ashton wouldn’t text me again.

He was being careful. Respectful.

And somehow, that made me even more anxious.

By Sunday afternoon, I was curled up on the couch ...