*Violet's POV*The second I drive away from him, I have the urge to just stop the car and not leave. I realize that makes me a literal crazy person, but I can’t help it. I have never craved closeness to another person this much in my life and it’s driving me insane. Jace and I spent a year seeing each other only once a month and I was fine with it. Thinking back on it, that was probably the first sign that we weren’t really meant to be together.But does me feeling this way mean I’m meant to be with Kane? Every fibre of my being is screaming yes but there’s just so much stacked against us. Fate must have a really sick sense of humour. Pulling up in the driveway for the first time in three weeks causes a feeling of comfort to wash over me. I text both Stella and Kane to let them know I made it here and then grab my bag and head inside. When I open the doors, it feels so different even though everything looks exactly the same.&n

*Kane's POV*As Stella drives us to the restaurant, I think about her comment. Violet’s shadow? It’s not that bad is it? The more I think about it, the more I realize how much I’ve been lurking around her this past week. I wonder if it bothers her. No, I don’t think so. She would have said something, right? Besides, she was clearly happy to see me just now.I’m definitely overthinking this. This girl is making me even crazier than I already was. If that’s even possible.We pull up to a Greek takeout place and go up to the counter to order. We take a booth and Stella sits across from Violet and me. “So, tell us about your weekend,” Stella says, while attempting to stab a tomato that insists on rolling away.“It was nice. I spent a lot of time with my Dad and I saw Rebecca Saturday. I did bump into Jace’s mom though, which was super awkward.”“Oh no, was she pissed?&

*Kane's POV*With Violet cuddled into my side, I sleep better than I have all weekend. When the alarm goes off I feel legitimately rested. I wish it could always be this way but I’m not that naïve. Violet groans and then drags herself out of the bed, giving me a very wonderful view of her bare hips swaying as she walks over to her bag to collect her clothes for the day.“Come back to bed darling,” I say, stretching my hand out to her.“I can’t. I’ve already missed this morning class twice and it’s only week 4. I really wish I could though. I think I might actually still be a little drunk,” she admits.“All the more reason to come back to bed.”“Kaaane,” she whines, “You’re not helping. I need to be a good student.”“I know, I know. Go on, be a good girl and go to class.”Her head snaps to me and her eyes meet mine as

*Violet's POV*When Stella gets back from dinner, I tell her what happened with Kane and say, “I messed up Stella. I shouldn’t have thrown the whole Jace thing at him. That was really uncalled for on my part.”“Yeah, I guess but also he shouldn’t have stormed in here like that. People don’t call the people they’re sleeping with to tell them every time they take a pregnancy test. That’s ridiculous.”“You’re right. But still, I feel awful. And not just because of the food poisoning, because I actually feel a lot better physically.”“Well, maybe just let him cool off for the evening and talk to him tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe he’ll even come to you.”“Maybe,” I say.“Come on, let’s watch some more tv and try to relax a little,” she says and pats the spot on her bed next to her. I sit down and we watch several episodes. By 9pm,

*Violet's POV*When I hear the sounds of my alarm I groan and bury my face further into Kane’s chest to get away from the sound. Kane. Everything that happened yesterday suddenly comes flooding back. I feel the bed shift and the alarm shut off.“Good Morning darling. How are you feeling?”“Like I got run over by a dump truck, which is surprisingly better than I felt yesterday,” I tell him, covering my face with my hands.“Maybe you should just stay in bed for the day,” He says, voice full of concern.“I can’t miss another day,” I say, still making no move to actually get up. “Why not? It’s not like it’s the end of the world to miss your class. The profs all have the slides and assignments online right?”“Yeah, but I feel like such a bum.”“Violet you’ve been so sick. I think it’s okay to take time to recover.&