Eden’s POV
When I get home from college, I park my new car to the far side of the sweeping drive, making sure not to encroach on the spot that I know Harrison always uses for his own vehicle.
Cutting the engine, I slide out from behind the driver’s seat, shutting the door before trailing my hand over the paintwork. The powder blue Mirage isn’t remotely close the league of some of the cars parked outside of the college building, but to me it’s perfect. As someone who never thought that she would own a car whilst studying, I am already in love with the economic vehicle.
Locking the door, I hurry toward the front door, sliding my key into the lock and pushing the door open. Dropping my bag to the floor, I toe the door shut behind me and pull out the scrap of paper I’ve written the code dow
