“Why are you all quiet?” Ofa looked at Nevaeh through the bathroom mirror as they stood primping their hair. Well, Ofa was primping. Nevaeh had been trying to psyche herself up to get through the morning, wondering how awkward things might be while being in the same room with Aron. Her body still felt so much alive, as if his hands were still touching her. Ofa pressed, “Spill it!” Nevaeh blinked, refocusing on her cousin.
Admittedly, Ofa had every right to raise her manicured eyebrow at her. She had been quiet the whole ride into the city. Aside from the lack of sleep and Aron bailing on her before she woke up, her father had been giving her side-eye the whole way to London. The horror that he may know anything of what had gone on between her and Aron made her want to find the nea
