I wake up later, and I feel completely and utterly relaxed. I push grandma’s quilt off of my shoulders and enjoy the chill. When I remember that I’m still wearing Alex’s hoodie, I can’t help but giggle. I bite my lip to hold back my excitement. I don’t know what will come of this. Probably nothing. Alex was pretty clear about wanting nothing. But last night can just be last night, and I’m still giddy at the memory.
I’m also starving. I push myself out of bed to go find some food. Before I reach the hallway, I have a flash of memory at the way Taylor reacted to seeing me wear Alex’s hoodie, and I know I don’t want to explain this to mom or grandpa, or even Gracie.
I slip it off, and fold it into an inconspicuous ball.
Then I remember that I’m still wearing the dress Taylor loaned me. I g
