“Wait,” I said urgently when Gage stuck his hand in his pocket to pull out the keys to our dorm room. I yanked that hand right back out and swatted it aside, stumbling into him because the floor was disastrously wobbly tonight, and shoved my own hand into his pocket instead. “I can… Um, I can do that.” “Not sure you can, dimples,” Gage said, grinning at me as he held me upright, because he seemed to somehow magically know that my knees weren’t working any better than the floor was tonight... because he always knew everything... because he was the best.
