| 77 | One More Chance

[ S E R A P H I N E ]

I'm running late.

Crap. I have about half an hour left to get ready. The drive to campus will take 20 minutes at least, and in this weather, rush hour traffic will add ten more.

I strip off my bathrobe and groan. I quickly put on my strapless bra while my hip leans against the cold sink. The morning air feels like a slap on my bare skin, biting through the thin fabric of my underwear as I start my skincare routine.

My mind's a whirlwind. Just like yesterday. I'm running on four hours of sleep and barely a cup of coffee, trying my best to prioritize my tasks for today, focusing on my routine. My two-hour class starts at eight sharp, and I'm trying to ignore the gnawing worry about our flight to Montreal.

Dominico's probably upstairs, still packing his stuff, busy with a work call or something else.

I can almost hear the noises he's making in his room. As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, towel-drying my hair, my phone buzzes on the granite coun