Scarlet POV
This can’t be happening. Why did I even ask? It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it feels foolish and reckless. Now, I’m terrified of seeing Zain again.
I know I’ll have to talk to him eventually, but I’m not ready. I can’t sleep. I can’t even sit still without feeling like I’m crawling out of my own skin.
Grabbing my phone, I quickly type a message to April.
Got a spare bed for a night or two?
I pace the room while waiting, nerves buzzing under my skin until the phone lights up almost immediately.
Sure, you don’t need to ask.
Without thinking too hard, I shove some clothes into a bag, grab my charger, and slip out of the house as quietly as I can. I just need time. Time away from Zain. Time to get my head back in a normal place.
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