Hayden POV
I am lying on the couch with my hands under my head, staring at the ceiling as though it might blink back at me. I turned off the lights an hour ago, but sleep is still avoiding me. I listen to the faint hum of the refrigerator, the slow ticking of the wall clock, and, under all that, the sound of my own thoughts, looping and tripping over themselves.
I did not plan on telling Reeva how I feel, but I am glad I did. It is a huge weight off my chest, and so what if she does not love me? At least, she did not reject me, and our friendship did not suffer. In my book, it is a win.
Light, deliberate footsteps move across the floor, and I turn my head, expecting Pudding, but when the shadow reaches the edge of the room and a figure steps into the dim light, my chest jerks in surpris
