Raelynn sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the fabric of the blanket. It wasn't just her bed anymore—not after earlier, when Elion had shared it with her. Her cheeks warmed at the memory, and she shook her head quickly, as if trying to shake the thought away. "Why am I even thinking about that again?" she muttered, giving her cheek a gentle slap.
The room was calm, but Raelynn couldn't shake the restlessness in her chest. Despite the quiet, her thoughts were a tangled mess, much like the tousled waves of her hair. The memory of Elion's kiss lingered stubbornly, replaying in her mind like a broken record.
It didn't mean anything, she had told him. But deep down, she wasn't so sure.
Before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, a loud knock on the door startled her.
"Raelynn!" Sloane's cheerful voice called from the hallway. "Are you good in there? I'm coming in either way."