SARAH POV
I had been in this taxi for ten whole minutes, and yet, my brain was still stuck on Daniel Peterson's abs.
Like, seriously. What was that?
I had walked into the house expecting hugs, maybe lip gloss, and a last-minute mirror check. But instead, I saw a walking Greek statue stroll down the stairs like it was a casual Tuesday, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging just low enough to make me forget every single good decision I had ever made.
And now? I was trying to breathe like a normal person and not fan myself dramatically in front of his little sister.
Lord, forgive me.
“You good?” Izzy asked, squinting at me with that I know you’re spiraling smirk.
I cleared my throat and sat up straighter. “Peachy. Just… you know, trying to mentally prepare for a night of mystery boys and b
