Lyla's POV
By the time my alarm buzzed at six in the morning, I was already wide awake, staring at the ceiling with my mind spinning in circles. I blamed Declan entirely. Not because he had done anything during the night. No, it was worse than that. He had somehow taken over my thoughts completely, even while he slept downstairs like he owned the place.
I sighed, swung my legs out of bed, and pulled on a pair of comfortable black leggings and an oversized Thornvale Athletics hoodie that swallowed me whole. I tied my hair up into a high ponytail, splashed some water on my face, and quietly opened my bedroom door. The house was still and peaceful, the kind of early morning quiet that made everything feel softer around the edges. Sunlight was just starting to filter through the windows, cas
