Rhiannon’s door, across the small hall from mine, opens and I see Sawyer’s tall, lean frame come out. He runs his fingers through his hair, and when he sees me, his eyebrows rise and he freezes—his cheeks almost as red as his freckles. “Good morning.” I grin. “Violet.” He forces an awkward smile and walks off, headed toward the main hallway of the first-year dormitory.
lol oooo RhiRhi and Sawyer bumpin uglies!
