ALINA'S POV
By the time I looked up, Trent had somehow managed to disappear.
Hey, how could he do that?
I distantly remember him saying that he was hurt in a playful voice, just like his way of convincing me to give him a hug because he was supposed to be moody.
Surely he was joking, right?
I glanced around the room, trying to see if he was still around and just playing hide and seek to give me a scare.
I honestly would not put that past him. That was him: playful and unapologetically full of action.
“Trent,” I called out, looking around.
“You could come out now if you're hiding. I made something special for the both of you. My homemade Spanish dish,” I said, still looking around.
On a normal day, that would be enough to get him out if he was hiding.
He was beyond curious about
