Meilin's POV
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
"You're kidding."
"Ava—"
"MEILIN. You're telling me he dragged you onto the field, called you his good luck charm, and had his arm around your waist like you were already dating—in front of half the university—and you didn't melt into a puddle on the spot?!"
I faceplanted into my pillow.
"I did melt. Emotionally. Spiritually. I think I left my soul on the grass."
Ava squealed like she'd just won a lottery and threw herself onto her bed across the room. "The videos are everywhere. I'm talking Instagram, Snapchat, random Discord groups. One guy literally posted, 'Theo Ashford dragged that girl from the law class onto the field like she was his trophy.' HIS TROPHY, Meilin."
My cheeks burned.
I buried deeper into the pillow.
"I didn't ask to be dragged onto any field," I muttered. "He just… pulled me."
Ava raised a brow. "And you went with him."
"I panicked!"
"You liked it."
"Shut up."
She grinned like a wolf. "He called you sunshine, didn't he?"
I didn't respond.
That was answer enough.
She laughed and tossed a pillow at me. "God, I love this. This is better than any k-drama I've ever watched."
My phone buzzed.
Theo Ashford:
> Hope you're not blushing too hard.
Also, you looked real cute in my colors today.
Sleep tight, sunshine.
You're coming to the afterparty, right?
My heart did a little somersault.
I texted back before I could overthink:
> Not coming unless you promise to behave.
(No dragging. No claiming. No smoking.)
The reply was instant.
Theo:
> I'll be on my best behavior.
(…probably.)
But no promises on not dragging you onto the dance floor.
I threw my phone across the bed.
Ava smirked. "That better be him."
I groaned. "He wants me to come to the afterparty."
She jumped up. "We're going. Obviously."