Andrea’s POV
I locked the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, exhaling slowly.
The kiss still lingered on my lips like an echo I couldn’t shake. It was warm, terrifying, and completely unexpected.
And the way he looked at me… like I was something rare. Something worth knowing.
That was new.
I glanced around the small apartment, the smell of Lysol and cheap instant noodles clinging to the air, the flickering overhead light buzzing like always.
Our couch had two patched-up tears on the armrests. The kitchen counter slanted slightly to the left. And on the fridge, a fading magnet held up my scholarship award letter like it was sacred.
Because to my aunt, it was.
“Aunt Lysa, are you home?” I called out softly, kicking off my shoes.
A door creaked open, and there she w
