Chapter 153 Sarah

• Kieran's in my next lecture. Thank god for that–I thought I'd have to go full creep and follow him home. My thighs burn as I climb the steps to the back of the lecture hall, legs aching from another long shift standing at a bar serving sugary cocktails and wedging limes into bottlenecks.
• At least I didn't oversleep and have to run out in my beer-soaked bar uniform this time. No wonder Ki thought I was a waste of space at first.
• He's doing his usual thing: frowning at his laptop screen, his cane resting against the empty chair beside him, the blue light washing over the planes of his handsome face. Kieran has cheekbones for days, and the light from his screen deepens the hollows. He's got these plump, kissable lips, too, and that hair. He's like a pirate in a navy button-down shirt.