Chapter Eight
Vaelora's POV
Maya's warm hand softly brush against my ear and I shiver, pushing myself deeper into the sheets as she adjusts the comforter on me.
We got back to her house a few minutes ago after leaving the party abruptly because of my misfortune.
“I'll go get you a cup of coffee.” She says and stands up to leave but I stop her.
“I'm fine. I just need a little bit of warmth before I get going.”
She shakes her head and sits down, pressing her hand over my forehead.
“I don't think there's any need to worry about going home, Vae. You can stay here for the night”
“Micheal is going to have my head on a stick if I don't, and I really don't want to be a bother to your mom.”
“Vaelora, she doesn't have a problem with you staying here and you know that. Besides, it's only
