Finn was three pages into his chemistry notes, one sip away from overdosing on espresso, and exactly ten seconds from committing a felony. Because across the dorm room—sprawled out on his perfectly made bed like he paid rent for it—was Carson, shirtless, smug, and flipping through Finn’s flashcards like they were some kind of joke. "Did you know you're wrong about this one?" Carson said, casually holding up a card with that infuriating little smirk. "Unless ions suddenly stopped existing."
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