MAYA’S POV
We pulled apart so fast I tripped over my sneakers. My face was burning hot; my heart was thumping against my ribs like a wild animal.
Becca smoothed her jacket with trembling hands, cleared her throat, and walked over to the door. I stood by the dresser, trying to appear casual, though my breath was still hitched from how close we had just been. She turned the handle and pulled the door open.
Clara stood in the dim hallway, looking completely wrecked, like a literal zombie. Her hair was tossed up in a messy, chaotic bun, and she had these dark, heavy purple circles under her eyes. The second she saw me, her jaw dropped in total shock.
I didn't even care that we just got interrupted. I rushed forward and wrapped my arms tightly around her shoulders. "Oh my god, Clara. You lo
