It was a wild goose chase in the imagination of a certain redhead who just enjoyed watching.
But in reality?
It was much less goose, and much more wolf.
Because the supposed hunters—those quiet, patient, dangerously attractive wolves—were simply circling, waiting for their prey to get tired, cornered, and possibly a little sleepy.
Which was exactly what happened.
Because for reasons unknown to science and self-preservation, Luca and Ollie insisted on studying for the rest of the day like the fate of the galaxy depended on it.
Ollie, for one, felt like he was reliving a past life of academic torture—except this time it was voluntary, and every time someone suggested they could stop, he broke into a cold sweat. He was going to cry, possibly vomit, or both. But he refused to face the outside world, and by the end of it, he felt like this was going to top his old memory of being tortured by his dear brother.
