As the darkness of the night gets more deep, Kingsley asked them if they will be going back to their apartment this night.
Stella smiled, her gaze soft but firm. "We've cleaned your entire apartment, Kingsley. We're hardly going to abandon you to the ghosts of old takeout containers now." She turned to Blessing. "Right, Blessing?"
Blessing, already on her phone, looked up and grinned. "Totally! Besides, my bed isn't as comfy as a guy's big, empty bed... no offense, Kingsley. And no school tomorrow, so it's a sleepover!"
Kingsley's smile felt a little strained. "Oh, right. A sleepover." His carefully laid plans for the night, a silent hope he'd been nurturing since Stella's comforting hug, now felt dangerously close to being derailed. He wanted to confess how much her presence meant, to
