Chapter Twenty-Three Peyton“Can we come in?” a familiar voice calls from the other side of my bedroom door.
After my emergency evacuation from Speakeasy, I should have known that Libby and Sabrina would follow me home. What I don’t know is if I’m ready to have company yet.
Instead of replying to their knocks, I scoop up another bite of double-chocolate-fudge ice cream and pop the spoon into my mouth, doing my best not to drip any on the comforter. I don’t need a stain on my sheets reminding me of Josh’s affinity for ice cream. As it is, I can’t even enjoy this ice cream without thinking about how it’s his favorite food.
Screw him for making me think of him when I’m trying to mope. Can’t a girl eat her feelings without being reminded of the man she’s trying to get over?
“Peyton. You’re
