Luna’s POV
I have to live with Ashton Deneko. I have to move into his house, sleep under his roof! The words spin in my head in a dizzying, continuous loop as I drag myself through my apartment. I pull open drawer after drawer with trembling hands, stuffing clothes haphazardly into the frayed holdall that I unearthed from the very back of my closet.
Stepping into the tiny bathroom, I grab my washbag from the window ledge and unzip it. I fill it with my toothbrush, toothpaste and a cluttered assortment of dollar store haircare products, the plastic bottles clattering together as I tug the zip back into place.
Retracing my steps, I wedge the washbag into the corner of my holdall. I tug at the zipper, trying to close it over my belongings, but it snags halfway, stubbornly refusing to budge
