Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart is beating so hard against my ribs I feel like it's about to jump out of my chest on to the kitchen counter.
I've managed to keep fairly calm up to this point, but the thought of Lyall making pancakes for me... I want to do a crazy fangirl dance.
Lyall hums quietly to himself while he stirs the batter, and Felix is sitting next to me with his head down on the counter. He hasn't even touched his tea yet.
Alastaire flicks through something on his phone.
There's no reception out here, so I'm tempted to ask what he's doing, but I don't want him to think I'm being nosy.
The guys don't seem to notice how nervous I am, and realizing this helps me to calm down. I clutch my mug a little less tightly.
Everyone's lost in their own thoughts.
Apart from Lyall's sof
