MIRABEL’S POV.
I shoved Ash’s door open with all the grace of a wrecking ball and practically skidded inside. “Guess what!”
Ash, standing by his vanity, did not even flinch. He stared at me through the mirror, straightening his short hair. “Girl, have you ever heard of knocking? Or, you know, boundaries?”
“Sorry,” I said with a laugh that wasn’t even trying to sound apologetic. I flopped onto his bed, grinning like I had just won the lottery. “But I’m too happy to care right now!”
Ash set his straightener down and turned to face me, one eyebrow raised high. “Alright, spill. What’s got you bouncing off my walls like a caffeinated squirrel?”
I wiggled dramatically on the bed before letting out a theatrical scream. “I’m officially not single anymore!”
Ash blinked. “…Excuse me?”
“You he
