ELORA'S POV
It was already late in the evening when I told Lila it was time for her to sleep, at least for a while before the bonfire started. She pouted at first, insisting she wasn't tired, but the way she rubbed at her eyes betrayed her. Eventually she crawled into her sleeping bag. I sat beside her until her breathing softened and she fell asleep.
Brandon had stepped away earlier to receive a call, and when he returned, he had two jackets in his hands. One was big and heavy, which I'm guessing it's for me, while the other was a small one in pink. Without a word he draped the bigger one over my shoulders.
“I'm not cold,” I muttered, trying to shrug it off.
His eyes flicked to me. “Just wear it, Elora.”
I sighed, but I didn't push it further. The truth was, the jacket wa
