Twenty-One: RowynThere was serious regret flowing through my veins that morning while I was waiting for Reed. Not that I'd kissed him. Or let him kiss me. Whoever did the kissing- it was great. Maybe better than great. I really hadn't kissed that many people, but I knew that when he was kissing me, he was all in. I'd never felt more seen in my entire life than when his lips touched mine even though we'd had our eyes closed. I was regretting not demanding Rose help me ensure a smooth morning. She was a tea-hoarder and a mean witch. Ugh. I shook out my hands, judging my outfit for the thirty-ninth time. I was annoyed that I had sat in front of my closet longer than I cared to admit before settling on ripped jeans and some sort of yellow, flowing, off-the-shoulder top my mom made me buy three
