Boom. Boom. Boom.
The knock startled me awake.
Disoriented, I sat up in bed, squinting at the soft morning light creeping through the blinds. My mouth was dry. Limbs heavy. It took me a moment to remember where I was.
Home.
After everything that happened at Liam’s house, I’d come straight back, turned my phone off, and collapsed into bed like the world didn’t exist. I didn’t want to cry. Or scream. Or feel anything at all.
The knocking came again, louder this time.
“Emily! Open up before I drag you out in your pajamas!”
That voice. Familiar. Dramatic.
Jay.
Dragging myself out of bed, I wrapped my robe tighter and padded barefoot to the door. When I opened it, there he was–hair messy, sunglasses on despite it barely being morning, and two coffees in hand like some pop star s***h re
