ISLA'S POV.

I arrived at the dorm with my shoulders heavy and my head pounding.

Kevin.

His laugh was mixed with someone else’s. It sounded so carefree, like the world hadn’t just kicked me in the ribs.

I drew in a shaky breath and lifted my hand to knock. My knuckles barely grazed the wood when his voice came out casually. “I’m coming!”

The door cracked open, revealing his flushed, startled face. And then slammed the door shut in my face.

For a moment, I just stood there, ...