Climbing the stairs instead of using the elevator that is definitely not up to code leaves a damp sweat on the back of my neck and an embarrassing heave of my breath before I get to— “Freddy?” Matt Fredderic is at my dorm room door, head tilted back with his eyes closed. He’s too big for this ridiculously ancient, small hallway—all six foot three of him stretched out lazily across the floor, making me wonder if anyone’s accidentally kicked him while hopping over his long legs.
