Theo's POV
I don't know when it started.
Maybe it was the day she threw my cigarette away like it offended her soul. Maybe it was the first time she stormed into my class like she owned it—and sat down next to me like she belonged there.
Maybe it was always her.
All I know is: Meilin Chen is mine now.
And she's clingy. Like, ridiculously so. Velcro. Bubblegum on sneakers. That girl would crawl into my skin if it were an option.
And I? I'm addicted.
She comes into class just to sit on my lap. Wears my hoodies like they're stitched to her. Holds my hand everywhere—cafeteria, library, gym, hell, even in the elevator like I'll vanish if she lets go.
She carries around my water bottle now. She messages me "are you cold?" every time the temperature drops a degree. She once cried—cried—when I told her I forgot to eat breakfast.
It should be overwhelming.
But I look at her, with that ridiculously long hair that gets tangled in my hoodie strings, those wide brown eyes that shine like I hung the stars in them, and all I can think is—
God, she's cute.
She loves hard. And she's shameless about it. She clings to me like I'm her last breath. Hugs me from behind when I'm trying to type. Sits in my lap while I study and starts playing with my lip ring like it's a fidget toy.
And when I'm annoyed, when I growl out her name because she's being too much?
She just looks at me, kisses my cheek and says, "But you love me like this."
And damn it, I do.
I love the way she says "mine" like it's a threat. The way she steals all the covers at night and then yells at me for being cold. The way she waits for me after every class like she thinks I'll escape if she blinks too long.
I let her have all of it.
The touches, the kisses, the clinginess.
Because I'm Theo Ashford.
And Meilin Chen is my entire damn world now.