Evaline:
The weekend slipped by far too quickly.
It had been warm, full of laughter and touches, stolen kisses and lingering embraces. Time spent with my mates always seemed to bend around me, disappearing before I could cling to it. And this time was no different.
By Sunday afternoon, after the promised massage therapy session that left me so relaxed I nearly fell asleep in Oscar's arms, I found myself being dropped back at the Academy gates.
Draven leaned over from the driver's seat, a teasing smile playing at his lips as his fingers brushed over mine before I climbed out.
"Don't stress yourself too much about the exams. You have got this."
His voice carried the kind of steady reassurance I had come to rely on. I smiled, nodded, and waved him goodbye before heading inside. And just like that, the real world came crashing back in.
