Anna's POV
I hear a knock on my door. My heart jumps before I even get to my feet. I already know who it is—Dylan.
I spring up and take two quick steps toward the door. Then stop. My hand hovers over the handle as a flush of heat rises to my cheeks. Why did I just run? Why does it feel like I’m… excited? Happy that Dylan is at the door?
What’s wrong with me?
Get a grip, Anna.
I inhale, steady myself, and slowly open the door—but I freeze in place when I see who’s standing there.
It’s not Dylan.
It’s Piper.
I blink twice, convinced my eyes are playing tricks on me. I even rub them, hoping maybe I’m dreaming, but she’s still there. Still smiling.
Still very real.
“Can I come in?” she asks casually, like this is something she does every day.
My mouth falls open. I just stare at he
