“I told you to wait at your dorm,” I say. There’s a warm pressure on my back, and the smell of North surrounds me. Despite the riot of emotions trying to claw their way out of me, the familiar smell of him instantly helps calm me down, and I take an even deeper breath to get as much of it as I can. “I know. I’m sorry. But I couldn’t. You’re my boyfriend now. Officially. And my boyfriend doesn’t face shit like this on his own.”
