DAMIEN’S POV

The alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, but Rose was already bouncing around the bedroom like a live wire.

“Oh my God, I’m going to be late for class!” she cried, voice high with panic as she hopped on one foot while trying to pull on her jeans. “I heard the professor is super strict—he locks the door at eight sharp! Or he docks points if you're even a minute late!”

She spun toward me, hair a wild halo of curls, eyes wide with panic. “This is your fault. If you hadn’t kept me up all night—”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy grin spreading...