Lilith’s Pov
Why did I text Nolan?
No, seriously, why the hell did I text Nolan?
The moment I dashed into my room after witnessing that... horror show in the pool, the first thing I did wasn’t to scream or cry or even bleach my brain clean—it was to grab my phone, record a voice message, and send it to him.
What was I even thinking?
Now he probably thinks I’m insane. Or worse—drunk.
I groaned and slammed my face into my pillow, muffling a loud, long scream.
“Stupid,” I muttered against the fabric. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
Why did I let my guard down? Why did I make myself look so... needy?
I rolled over with a sigh and stared at the ceiling, shaming myself into silence.
Forget it. Just sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Or maybe I’ll wake up in an alternate universe where pe
