Sky's POV
So.
Update: I'm dating Kai Ashford.
I know, I know — The Kai Ashford. Black-clad, growly-voiced, broody-eyed future-criminal-defense-lawyer with cheekbones that could cut glass and a permanent "don't talk to me" aura. That one. The one who used to glare at me like I was a walking glitter bomb.
Now? He lets me sit on his lap while he's reading statutes.
Character development.
It's been a year since I tripped into his life — literally, stairs were involved, so were bruises — and now I wake up most mornings tangled in his hoodie, his hand in my hair, his name in my heart.
And before you ask: yes, I'm clingy. Extra clingy. Super clingy. I'd glue myself to him if that was socially acceptable (and if Ava didn't threaten to stage an intervention every time I mention it).
But he lets me.
Scratch that — he wants me to.
I bring him food between classes. I wait outside the library just to walk him home. I braid his hair when mine is already braided, I make flashcards with pink gel pens, and I cry when he looks too handsome because my heart does not have that much emotional storage.
And you know what? He pretends he's annoyed. He sighs. He groans. He mutters, "You're impossible."
But then he pulls me closer. Kisses my forehead. Asks if I remembered to eat. Tells me I talk too much, but listens anyway. And when he thinks I'm not looking, he tucks one of those stupid little flower pins into his law books.
My boyfriend is secretly the softest man alive.
Last week, I fell asleep on his lap in the quad. There were people watching. He just shifted his notes around and started running his fingers through my hair. Someone took a photo and posted it online. Captioned it: Ashford has been tamed.
And you know what? Maybe he has.
But also? Maybe I've been tamed too.
I don't feel like I have to perform for him. I don't have to be loud and happy all the time. I can be clingy and quiet and sleepy and sad. I can forget my shoes, wear glitter in the rain, cry because the milk expired — and he'll still hold me like I'm made of magic.
So yeah, I'm in love.
Wildly. Ridiculously. Head-over-heels in love.
And if that makes me a mess?
Good. I've always liked chaos.