Early the next morning, Mom banged on my bedroom door. “Get up, Imani! It’s time for school. You’re going in early today to talk to Mr. Barnes about your grade and to see if you can redo your exam.”
I rolled over onto my stomach and murmured into the pillow, staring at the moonlight shining through my window. The clock on my nightstand read four fifty a.m., and I cursed Mom for getting me up when she did. Honestly, I didn’t know if I’d survive until the end of the school year.
And I wasn’t being a dramatic b***h. She was too much all the time.
Landon set his hand on my hip from behind and curled his fingers into my skin. My eyes widened slightly at the feel of him behind me, of sleeping in his arms last night, of being with him intimately for the first time.
And when I said intimate, I
