The weekend after their first sleepover felt like waking up from a dream and finding it was real. Daisy’s thoughts lingered on Harry long after she left his apartment that Sunday morning, the warmth of his hand in hers still etched in her skin.

She walked across campus with a soft smile, the cool autumn breeze tugging at her jacket, but the chill couldn’t touch the heat rising inside her.

Classes felt lighter that week, even the toughest lectures didn’t weigh her down as much. Part of that was Harry’s steady presence in her mind, the way he’d looked at her the night before, the quiet patience in his voice...