There were twenty-four ceiling tiles in my dorm bedroom. I knew because I kept counting them, thinking it might put me to sleep. Thought maybe it would help me forget for a little while. It did, for a while. But I kept having the same dream. Losing Braeden to the reality where we left him. I'd wake up and then as soon as I fell asleep, the dream would continue. I needed Braeden home. We all needed Braeden home.
I also needed to go to the bathroom, but the floor was littered with the guys who'd crashed on my floor last night. Oliver had his head on my clean laundry, his lips way too close to a pair of my panties. He snored gently, his hand on his computer. I wondered if maybe he loved his computer more than he loved me. The thought made me smile. We had a few minutes alone last night. He k
