I stepped in closer, and he pulled me into his arms. And then—we were hugging. I was hugging Matthew Harper, here, in front of my residence hall. I couldn’t help myself as I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest though. I took in the scent of him, like pine trees and man and something that was just him. It felt right in his arms, a feeling of rightness I didn’t want to end yet. I didn’t want to step out of his powerful hold, even as I sighed against his tall frame. “Goodnight, Noelle,” he murmured into my hair. “Goodnight, Professor Harper,” I said against his chest before
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