I sat on my bed, waiting for the darkness to fall like a curtain over the day. Shadows stretched long across the room, the sky beyond my window slowly darkening. Tonight, I'd meet the rogues again. My mission. My secret.
But my thoughts weren't on them.
They were on Andrew.
His lips had felt warm against my cheek—too warm. Too soft. The kind of kiss that stayed longer than it should in your memory, uninvited and stubborn.
It had felt good.
Too good.
It felt like I was cared for. Wanted.
Loved.
And that terrified me.
You thought the same thing about Mitch, my mind whispered, cruel and relentless.
I flinched at the thought, as if the name itself had claws.
My mind spiraled back to him—Mitch. My first love. The one who'd shattered everything.
"You're so beautiful, Manny."
"I love
