Rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, pulling Raelynn out of her dreams. She shifted under the blankets, a small groan escaping her as the memories of the previous day came rushing back.
The library. The almost-kiss. Elion's smirk as he held the book just out of her reach.
She rubbed her face and sighed. Why was she replaying those moments over and over? It wasn't like it meant anything. It couldn't.
"Get a grip, Raelynn," she muttered, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 8:45 a.m. Not too early, not too late.
She made her way to the bathroom, hoping to shake off the strange butterflies feeling in her stomach. By the time she had showered, brushed her hair, and dressed in comfortable jeans and a light sweater, she finally felt a little more like herself. Steeling her nerves, she told herself to act normal. Nothing had changed. Just be cool.
