Kayla pov
The Stanley living room smelled like fresh coffee and something faintly floral, and I sat curled on the couch beside Rhys, finally free of any cast or crutch, watching him attempt to explain a chemistry concept neither of us actually cared about.
"You're not even trying," he said, tapping his pen against the textbook.
"I'm listening intently."
"You're staring at the wall behind my head."
"It's a very interesting wall."
He gave up, tossing the pen onto the coffee table with a small laugh, and for a moment we just sat there, the quiet easy in a way it hadn't been in weeks.
Both our phones buzzed at once, then again, then a third time in rapid succession.
"Okay, what," Rhys muttered, pulling him out.
Priya's message sat at the top of the group chat, three exclamation points
