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When Tristan returned to his bedroom, Kat was already asleep, snuggled in his blankets, using one pillow as if she was clutching a stuffed animal. The sight created an odd blend of warmth and hunger inside him.
He didn’t have the heart to wake her, so he dug through the coat’s pockets until he found her phone. He scrolled through the contacts until he saw Lacy listed. Standing just outside his bedroom, he listened to the phone. On the third ring, Lacy answered.
“Kat, where are you? Mark and I are freaking out.”
“Lacy, this is Tristan Kingsley. Kat has asked me to inform you she’s spending the night here with me. I’ll bring her back to the dorm tomorrow morning.”
In the background he heard laughter and music, which meant Lacy and Mark were still downstairs somewhere.
“Put her on th
