David's POV
I pressed my back against the cold metal of my car, tugging the brim of my baseball cap lower over my eyes. My hands found refuge deep in my jacket pockets, fingers curling into fists.
This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. She had made it clear she needed space, needed distance from whatever this thing was between us. But sitting in my empty apartment, staring at walls that felt like they were closing in, I felt like I was suffocating. Like every breath without seeing her was borrowed time.
So I had made some calls. Used connections I probably shouldn't have. Got her class schedule like some kind of stalker. And now here I was, lurking outside her university like a man who had completely lost his mind.
Maybe I had.
Then she appeared, and the world tilted on its axis.
