I headed to the attached bathroom to rinse my mouth, hoping it would settle my stomach before I brushed my teeth. The minty toothpaste was soothing, and I was just finishing up when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in,” I called, assuming it was my mom checking on me.
But it was Kane who appeared in the bathroom doorway, his tall frame filling the space.
“Your brother said you weren’t feeling well,” he said, concern clear in his voice.
“I’m fine,” I dismissed his concern, wiping my mouth with a towel. “Just needed a minute away from all the noise.”
He stepped closer, and I could see him taking in the bathroom with curious eyes. It was small but cozy, with pale blue tiles and white fixtures that Mom had chosen when I was twelve. When his eyes came back to me, the intensit
