33 - Boy Trouble
Mia
I wiped the counter. It didn’t feel right, so I sprayed some cleaner and wiped it again, applying more pressure. The sweet, sugary scent of vanilla and caramel wafted in the air. My neck prickled with perspiration. It wasn’t right—
I jumped, almost dropping the cleaner and wipe when I heard the oven ding. The cinnamon rolls were done. But my stomach was still twisted with nerves. Leaning back on the counter, I checked my phone when it vibrated with a message notification.
Summer: im bord
Me: Hi Bord, I’m Mia!
Summer: haha vfunny. can i come over
Me: sure, ask em too. I made cinnamon rolls.
Summer: uhoh :)
I frowned at the little creepy smile and kept my phone aside. I took a sharp breath when I bent over to pull out the tray of the cooked rolls. There was an
