-Hope-
There was a knock on the door. I glanced towards it, knowing it was Phoenix on the other side. Quickly, I lifted my hands, holding the book, and let it fall behind the chair. I had promised not to read it, but the temptation to know what exactly had caused the disagreement between Harper and Angela was too strong.
After our discussion about kissing, a topic I was familiar with considering I had witnessed many kisses, I had returned to my room. I hadn’t made much progress in the book, but I was already forming a small idea of its content... or at least, somewhat of an idea. Something told me this wasn’t a sweet romance.
“Yes?” I said, trying to appear casual. I didn’t want Phoenix to know what I was reading. The door opened, and in he came. It was evident he had just showered, dr
