A knock at our door gets me out of bed and I’m half expecting it to be Adam. It would be just like him to skip texting back altogether and want to check on me in person, but it’s Heath standing in the hallway.

“What are you doing here?”

He smirks and adjusts the baseball hat on his head. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Sorry. Hello, how are you today? Great weather we’re having. What the heck are you doing at my dorm? And how did you know where I lived?”

His rough chuckle pulls a smile from my lips. “Good. Agreed. I wanted to see you and…” He leans in closer. “I can’t reveal all my secrets.” He’s full-on grinning at me with a mocking glint in his eyes. “Come on, take a walk with me.”

“A walk?”

“Sure. You got something better to do?”

“I was planning on taking a nap.”

“Sleep’s boring. Come on, am I really having to talk you into this? It’s gorgeous outside and we can stop at the dining hall to feed you.”

“Me?”

“Now that you mention it, I could eat.”

He doesn’t move and I relent. “One minute.”

I leave him in the hallway, shut the door, and change out of my comfy yoga pants and into a pair of shorts. I swipe on lip gloss and a dab of mascara. When I pull the door open, he’s leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other and hands in his pockets.

“Ready?”

He pushes off the wall and motions for me to go first. “If you are.”

We cross the street to the dining hall in silence. Heath seems perfectly at ease with the quiet, while I have a million questions on the tip of my tongue. He holds the door out for me.

“I should have assumed spending time with you would mean eating.”

“Always,” he says. “Plus, it’s where we met. We have history here.”

I huff a laugh and grab a tray. Now that we’re here, I am kind of hungry. Heath gets a much smaller portion of food than normal and I raise a brow.

“I already ate lunch once,” he admits.

We take our food to our usual table.

“What time did you sneak out this morning?” he asks.

I hesitate with a chip up to my mouth. “I didn’t sneak out.”

His left brow rises as he takes a bite of food.

“Okay, fine. I very quietly left at a ridiculously early time. Happy?”

“Obviously not since I tracked you down.”

“I’m fine, okay?”

He shrugs. As we eat, he tells me about his morning with the team doing community service and I tell him about running with the girls.

“Congrats on being drafted, by the way. Adam mentioned it this summer, but I didn’t piece together it was you until Reagan mentioned it last night.”