STELLA'S POV
I tiptoed out of bed and walked out of my room. I couldn’t sleep. The text on my phone had disturbed me, and what his mother had said earlier wasn’t making any sense.
God, I needed a drink… I navigated my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water maybe clear my head.
I reached for the shelf and was trying to pick up a glass when I heard my name from behind me.
“Stella.”
I was so startled I almost dropped the glass. I turned to face him, and he just stood there staring at me like he’d just seen a ghost.
“What…” I said, my pitch a bit higher than I intended.
“Why are you not sleeping?” His voice was calm, and a hint of concern was evident.
“Needed a glass of water. Couldn’t sleep.”
I studied his position he looked somehow defensive.
“Is… everything alright? Why the he
