Betty's POV. 

After the first three exams, I gathered my things and headed for the campus gate, my mind still half-tangled in formulas and theories for Monday's exam. 

The evening air was cool against my flushed cheeks, a welcome relief after hours hunched over textbooks in the stuffy library.

Then I saw Damien leaning against the gate post, hands in his pockets, looking absurdly at ease while my heart immediately decided to perform acrobatics in my chest. 

He hadn't seen me yet, his ...