CHAPTER 3

When I reach my dorm after another hour or so of wandering around, I notice that Jesse must have taken my recommendation and went elsewhere to do whatever with Taylor. I feel something tighten in my chest at the thought, but I’m honestly glad he is considerate enough to not kick me out of the room just for a piece of ass. I don’t think I want to get the image of my roommate railing some random girls in our room.

Opening my duffel, I pull out the quilt that Grammy made for me when I was laid up with the broken leg and drape it on my bed. Between this and my pillow, I have enough to get me through the night.

Slipping off my jeans, I slide under the quilt and let dreams take me