Lynn's POV :
I trudge into the kitchen, my clothes still smelling of woodsmoke from the bonfire with Aria. My fingers are sticky with melted marshmallows as I swallow another, savoring the sweet gooeyness.
The house is quiet, Aria having retired to her room for the night.
"Guess it's just me and my sugar high," I murmur to myself, leaning against the counter.
As I chew, my mind wanders to Alan and Adonis. Where have they been all day? The thought of Alan sends a familiar ache through my chest. His words from our fight still sting, but I can't help missing him fiercely.
I shake my head, trying to dislodge thoughts of both infuriating, gorgeous men.
"Focus on the marshmallow, Lynn," I mutter. "At least it won't break your heart."
But even as I try to distract myself with sugary trea
