บท 125: Chapter 125: Get a Life

ZOYA

When we walk out into the night, it is crisp and cool, much cooler than it was when my sister and I left campus. I shiver in my thin tunic top, rubbing my arms for warmth. This hockey player, Tyler, shrugs off his suit jacket and hands it to me.

I gratefully accept, wrapping it around my shoulders. The jacket is huge on me, of course, as he is well over six feet with broad, muscular shoulders. Yes, I noticed this about him. Guilty.

"Thank you. I think I will just call a ride service after all. It is maybe too cool to walk the two miles back to campus, and in these heels." What was I even thinking?

"I could give you a ride," he suggests. "My car is just - "