I stare at the plain dorm door with silver numbers, already hearing noises from inside—footsteps and quiet thumps. Great, a noisy roommate. Just what I need.

Sighing, I open the door and freeze. My roommate is... actually adorable. In the exact way I'm always weak for. He has long hair falling in his face, a baggy flannel over a t-shirt, and he's staring at me with wide, startled eyes like a goddamn deer caught in headlights.

And best of all? He's blushing. Like he likes what he sees.

I barely resist the urge to grin like a fool. He's scrambling back a few steps, looking simultaneously terrified and attracted, and I can't help but feel a spark of hope that maybe this year won't be completely terrible.

"Um. Hi," he squeaks, gesturing at one of the beds covered with boxes of books. "I, uh. I didn't know if I should, uh... wait."

That's when I hear them—his thoughts, wild and chaotic, hitting me like a pound of bricks. He's thinking about another student... Eliot. My stomach drops. Who the fuck is Eliot?