I told him I loved him the night he carried me through the rain. I don't remember it. He's been remembering ever since. Three months ago, I woke up in my dorm after a party, cold, dizzy, and with no memory of how I got there. Turns out, Lucian-quiet, guarded, frustratingly unreadable Lucian-was the one who found me. Who stayed. Who heard me confess something I never meant to say out loud. Now we're project partners for an entire semester. Study sessions in the library turn into lingering glances. Accidental touches. Late-night conversations that make it impossible to breathe. But Lucian's hiding something... something about that night. And the closer we get, the more I start to wonder- Is he protecting me from the truth? Or from myself?
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