What do you want to happen next?

The room was cool, but my body felt restless. My hand absently traced the edge of the blanket, my mind wandering to thoughts I didn’t want to entertain. Thoughts about him. Lila’s twin brother.

The guy I’d spent years rolling my eyes at, the one who’d always known how to push my buttons.

I sighed, flipping onto my side and pulling the blanket tighter around me. Go to sleep, I told myself. You’re just tired. Overthinking.

But then I heard it. The soft creak of the door opening.

Choose what happens next...