Evan Calloway has never cared about lines. Not in high school, when he’d take her things straight out of her hands, trip her in crowded hallways, or rest his arm on her shoulder like he had every right. Not now, in college, where nothing has changed except the setting. He still walks into her space like it belongs to him. Still touches what isn’t his. Still looks at her like he’s known her too long to stop. He doesn’t think she belongs to him. He knows she doesn’t. He just doesn’t care. Evan