SLOANE
For one deeply tempting second, I genuinely consider turning around and marching straight back upstairs to hide inside the second sitting room with Luna Elise forever.
Or at least until regionals end. Or graduation. Or death.
Whichever comes first honestly because the bond hitting this hard can only mean one thing.
They’re close.
Very close.
My fingers tighten slightly around the railing as warmth continues spreading annoyingly through my chest and for one horrifying second, I actually understand why people in romance novels dramatically faint.
This feels medically concerning.
Still—
I force myself to inhale slowly before continuing my way downstairs because my mama didn't raise a b***h.
Emotionally unstable? Maybe.
But not a b***h.
The lounge area comes into view secon
