I blinked, laughing into the cool night air, the sound echoing through the empty yard. I hadn’t laughed like this in ages—probably not since my friendship with Kallum had fallen apart. But now, standing here on my doorstep in front of him, his face twisted in a mix of jealousy and hurt, I could barely hold it together.
“Are you seriously laughing right now?” His voice cut through the haze, low and edged with frustration. His eyes narrowed, searching my face like he was trying to figure something out. I could see it—the anger, the resentment—but there was something else there too, something I didn’t want to name. Not here. Not now.
I tried to stifle my giggles, but the whiskey buzz was softening everything, making my head spin and my heart ache in a strangely comforting way. I hiccupped,
