Lucy’s pov :
The phone buzzed against my thigh as I sat on the edge of Naomi's bed, handing her another mug of chamomile tea. She'd been "sick" for days now, but I knew it was more than that, something with Elias, the way she avoided my eyes when I asked about him.
"Here, drink up. It'll help with the headaches," I said, trying to sound upbeat. She took it with a weak smile, but her green eyes held that distant worry that made my heart ache for her.
The screen lit up with Ronan's name, and my heart jumped. We'd been seeing each other casually, coffee dates where he'd listen to me ramble about lit class like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
I answered quickly, hoping Naomi wouldn't notice my blush. "Hey, Ronan. What's up?"
"Lucy," he said, his voice that deep
