8:30 a.m.
The sun seeped its way through the curtains inside. I stretched.
"Wakie wakie!"
Taylor was standing in the center of the room, looking like she’d stepped out of a magazine. She was wearing tiny denim shorts and a white crop top that showed off a perfectly toned stomach.
"When did you get back?" I asked, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
"Just a bit ago!" she chirped.
"You know, you should really call if you’re going to stay out all night," I said, glancing at Ethan, who was still sitting on her bed, now casually flipping through a textbook. "I almost got kidn*pped by your brother because I thought I was alone."
Taylor laughed, a bright, bubbly sound. "Okay, Ethan told me! That was quite the morning, Aud. I'm sorry. I'll text next time, promise."
Ethan looked up and smirked at m
