Zoe
This is a nightmare.
A full-blown, can’t-escape-it, sweaty-palms, why is the universe doing this to me nightmare. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, mentally preparing myself for the longest dinner of my life. Not only was my entire family gathering to celebrate Preston passing his college entrance exams—which was great, don’t get me wrong—but of course, the special guest was none other than Blake Thompson.
That asshole. Freaking hot asshole.
I mean, I’m not really mad at him. I’m nervous. I’m embarrassed. But did I mention he was a mouthful?
“Zoe, you coming or what?” Preston’s voice boomed from downstairs, all smug and oblivious to my internal panic.
I groaned, dragging myself out of my room. The house smelled like roasted chicken, garlic, and impending doom. I could alre
