Chapter 9 : Couch Confessions

Haven’s POV

Fear alone cannot describe the way my heart is pounding through my ribcage. Nervousness. Anxiety. Determination. Every little thing compounds and makes my brain feel completely and utterly numb.

In one hand, I clutch onto the pristine black leather serving book Cruz handed me. In my other hand, I hang onto Cruz’s hand as I guide him quietly to one of the four lounges we have in the loft.

The loft is at the end of the hall, past the curtain that looks like it should hold cleaning supplies that has a clear sign outside that says “employees only”, and up the stairs. There are four rooms at the top of the fading black metal spiral staircase, all for the girls and their “super fans”.

It is a place for “quiet time to get to know one another”, but I have cleaned the pillows enough to know that the time up here is far from quiet.