“It’s easy to say he wants to help you kill his brother. Doesn’t mean he actually will.”
I’m at the slumber party. Despite how much I wanted to stay in my room with Milo all day, to talk about his family and mine, to ask him the thousand questions I never got the chance to ask him, to kiss him—to do more than kiss him—I didn’t. He politely excused himself to go to the library, and I didn’t stop him. He was right when he said we needed to take things slow. We had a good talk; now we need some space.
I hate space. I hate space from him.
It was Phoebe who pointed out the obvious about Milo’s promise to help me kill Callum. Five out of the six of us made it to the slumber party, which is actually a pretty impressive turnout. I knew Lana wouldn’t show, but I wasn’t quite sure Jasmine and Pho
