GRACE POV
I soaked in the bathtub for over an hour, staring at the ceiling as steam fogged up the little window above me. The water had gone lukewarm ages ago, but I didn’t care. I needed to bake away whatever curse the universe had dumped on me today.
My curls were a war zone.
Every time I tried to detangle them, the brush screamed, I screamed, and I’m pretty sure some angel up there marked me as *beyond redemption*. I tugged so hard at one point I nearly made myself bald. And still—still—the stupid curls bounced back like, *nice try, honey*.
But the worst part wasn’t the curls.
It was the tingles.
The damned tingles that had taken up permanent residence on my finger.
The one he’d kissed.
I raised my hand above the water like it was some cursed relic. There it was—the tiniest cut,
