Emily's POV
The night was still, the kind of quiet that amplified every creak and whisper. I had just curled under the plush comforter in my new room, staring at the luxurious chandelier that glittered like stars, when a knock startled me.
"Emily," Joey's voice was low, almost a whisper. "Can I come in?"
I hesitated but opened the door to find him leaning casually against the frame, his golden eyes soft. "Couldn't sleep," he said, holding up a hand. "Cuddle, maybe?"
Before I could respond, he slipped inside, tossing himself onto my bed like he belonged there. "This place is massive, but your room still smells the best," he teased, shooting me a lopsided grin.
Joey leaned back on the bed, one arm propped behind his head while the other gestured animatedly as he spoke. "You know, Greeni
