Killian sat on the edge of your bed. Boys weren’t allowed in the girls' side of the dorm, but he always liked to sneak in here to relax.

His excuses were always about his brother, Landon, who attracted too much attention. Killian didn’t like being in the spotlight—either holding it or being under it. Neither was an option he chose.

He grinned, watching you with those intense eyes, then threw a puff of popcorn at you. Quickly, he averted his gaze, pretending to be innocent.

He kept reading the project you had laid out on your bed. Always such a scholarly snob, he muttered under his breath, letting out a soft "hmp" as he gripped his snacks and munched on them.

“So… why exactly are you doing this now? Isn’t this due next week?” He flicked another puff of popcorn at your back.