When I get up to his dorm, he wastes no time wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight. It feels so damn good, and when I look at him, I see something I don’t think I’ve ever seen on his face.

Peace.

He looks so damn peaceful and happy. Free. He’s wearing a KU t-shirt and nice, fitted jeans. His hair is styled, and he looks rested. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He shoves me playfully when we’re done hugging. “Jesus, fuck, did you get more muscles?”

He chuckles, and my cheeks heat a little from him noticing. “Landscaping is hard work, pretty boy. We can’t all use our brains.”

He snorts at that and pulls me into his small dorm room. It’s not much. Two twin beds, two desks, and a tile floor. But he’s beaming as he shows me around and introduces me to his roommate, who has a bag over his shoulder. He’s heading out to go home this weekend to let us have the room, and I don’t know him, but I like him already because of that.

I can’t wait to be alone with Camden, but he pulls me out of the dorm quickly to show me around campus. His eyes light up every time he points to a building he has a class in and then goes into telling me about the class.

He’s larger than life here. He’s his true self, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

I don’t get it. Being stuck inside, bored to tears while some old guy lectures you about stuff that would be way over my head. These preppy fuckers tossing around a frisbee on the lawn—that’s nicely manicured, I’ll give them that. Tons and tons of people crowding the large space, being loud as hell.

It took me forever just to get from one side of this town to the other, where the campus is located. I hate stoplights.

But I don’t have to get it.

The light in Camden right now is undeniable. He’s so damn happy here. He’s in his element, and I couldn’t be more thrilled for him.

After grabbing lunch and then coffee on our walk back to his dorm, we’re finally, blissfully alone in his dorm room, and I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. My lips are on his, and my hands are under his shirt.

He seems surprised at first, but he goes with it, his hands moving to my hair as we grind against each other, moving toward the bed. I didn’t come here just for sex, but damn, I’ve missed touching him.

I’ve missed him. Period.

“Wait, Kingston,” he says as I fall onto his body on his bed. “What are we doing?”