POV: Violet
One day.
Just one.
The countdown was almost over, and I didn’t know whether to dance around the apartment like a lunatic or dig myself into a hole and hide until next century.
RayRay, of course, was irritatingly calm. Like he wasn’t living under the same doomsday clock I was. Like tomorrow wasn’t The Day.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t look at him without my brain short circuiting.
Case in point: that morning.
He walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but grey sweatpants my mortal enemy and a cocky little smirk like he knew exactly what they did to my sanity. His hair was damp from the shower, silver strands clinging to his forehead, and his skin was still warm and flushed.
I dropped my spoon into my cereal with a clatter loud enough to scare the cat I didn’t own.
He raised a
