I’m through the rotunda and crossing into the academic wing when I hear Dain calling my name, jogging to catch up with me. I wait for that familiar swell of happiness that we might have a minute alone, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a sea of awkwardness that I don’t know how to navigate. What the hell is wrong with me? Dain is gorgeous and kind and a really, really good man. He’s honorable and my very best friend. So why don’t we have any chemistry?
Red Fucking Flag!
