Terribly.
Pathetically.
Enough that I’d spent most of my lectures staring blankly at notes while replaying every moment we’d shared instead.
His voice in my ear.
His body wrapped around mine.
The way he whispered Luna like the nickname physically belonged to me now.
Gods.
I was in trouble.
Real trouble.
Because somewhere between the first kiss and waking up tangled in his sheets this morning, pretending had become impossible.
Whatever this thing between us started as—it was no longer a fake relationship to pass some class.
At least, not to me.
Not at all.
I tightened my grip on my tablet and glanced around the crowded hallway before re-opening the extra credit assignment Professor Franco had given me.
Emotional Resonance Mapping.
Chart your magical affinity through relational celestial alignment.
Basically magical matchmaking disguised as academia.
Very Runevald.
At first, I’d treated the project like a joke.
Now?
Now my pulse hammered violently while I input the final variables—just some personal data I found in Sten’s room when I was cleaning and happened to look inside his desk drawers.
Birthdates.
Latitudes and longitudes of the places we were born.
Stuff like that.
Mine.
Sten’s.
The app rendered slowly, celestial threads mapping themselves across the screen while blue points of light shifted through star charts and multiversal ley intersections.
I stopped walking completely in the middle of the hallway.
“Oh my fucking gods,” I whispered aloud.
The chart froze.
