Charlotte’s POV
I told myself I had misheard Kieran last night.
He was talking to Sophia. If he even said the words I thought he’d said, they probably didn’t mean what I thought. I hadn’t heard the rest of the conversation, so how could I know?
Besides, even if I had heard him correctly, it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Kieran had been drinking.
It also explained the almost-kiss. He’d probably just stumbled forward a little from the alcohol and I was dumb and naive enough to think for a moment that he’d been about to kiss me.
That was all.
“There,” I said, buttoning the last button on Nora’s new shirt. She was all excited to go outside, her new bug cage slung around her torso and her net in hand. She grinned, grabbing my wrist, and tried to pull me toward the door.
“Hold on,” I
