HAILEY
Claiming Season officially starts tomorrow morning.
Unfortunately, my body seems to have missed that memo and decided to start preparing early.
By evening, I've already taken the coldest shower known to mankind.
Twice.
The second one was mostly out of spite.
It didn't help. Really.
The restless energy still lingers beneath my skin like static electricity, making it impossible to fully relax.
I sit on the edge of my bed afterward, towel draped across my shoulders as I stare at the door.
A very tempting thought crosses my mind.
Stay here.
Tell Lila or Nana Rose to bring dinner upstairs.
Avoid people.
Avoid Eamon.
Avoid conversations.
Avoid Eamon.
The last thought makes me pause.
Then immediately annoys me.
Because why exactly am I avoiding Eamon?
We've been best fr
