Even with that admission, I’m melting for Grayson. “Emma, are you there?” I nod, still burrowed in my covers. “Yeah. I’m here.” “Nothing to say to that?” “Too much to say.” I don’t know where to start. “I’m not in the dorms.” The tension on the phone crackles between us. I laugh quietly as if I’m nervous, not as if I’m about to lay something heavy on him. “Okay. No dorms. So how’s Trydan?” He clears his throat. “Are you dating anyone?” “Ha.” I’m going to blame the vodka for not keeping that scoff silent. “No dorms and no boyfriend.” Even through the richness in his voice, I hear the curl of a smile. “Not going to complain.” “I didn’t go to Trydan.” My stomach twists into a pretzel, and the birthday cocktails may come back up.
