Abby’s POV

I looked around, standing at the corner of the dimly lit room where we were hosting the Annual Festival Student party. This meant free booze, lots of testosterone, and girls in low-cut dresses. I tried to locate my friends but couldn’t see anyone.

“What’s up, Abby?” Oliver sauntered close to me, his cold hands on my bare waist.

I shivered in delight, my body reacting. I felt like cursing. Over the past few months, we had gotten much closer than usual.

“Where is your ...