[Bianca]
I woke up in a comfy bed and yet, my joints felt somewhat stiff—that alone was a bad sign.
Instinctively, I reached for my phone before freezing mid-motion. Right. That could ruin my morning before it even started.
I sat up slowly, scanning the unfamiliar guest room. It was small and neat, but not the problem. The problem was that I had followed a near-stranger home, stayed the night, and somehow slept with both eyes closed—despite knowing better.
I dragged a hand down my face. Bianca Campbell, you must be out of your damn mind.
Keith wasn't exactly a stranger. I'd seen him around and exchanged a handful of words. An acquaintance, maybe. But that didn't make what I did any less reckless.
I threw off the blanket and stretched, arching my back until I heard a satisfying crack
