“I went with my gut,” she finally says. “Your gut?” Memphis tilts to the side to see her better. “Yeah. When I was checking out schools, this one felt right.” Her fingers are tangled in the ends of her hair, tugging. She seems nervous. “I’m glad you trusted your gut.” I bump her shoulder, drawing her attention back to me. “You should always listen to those little voices.” Her face goes stark white for a breath, and then she lets out a forced little laugh as her color returns. “I usually do, that’s why I talked to you that day outside the south quad.” I lean forward and smack a kiss on her
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