I’m still locked out of my dorm. When I pass by the pool, I pause. I doubt it’s unlocked, but it’s worth a shot. At least they have showers. Please, please, please. I repeat the word over and over again, hoping and praying the door will give, but all my hopes are dashed in an instant when I pull, only to be met with locked resistance. Damn. I turn on my heel, heading to I don’t even know where, when I hear the door open behind me and a deep voice rasping my name. “Skyla?” My head whips around, locking eyes with a dripping wet Ronan. He’s wearing a t-shirt that is soaking by the second and a
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