Luna’s POV
Ashton pulls out of the arena car park, ignoring the background noise of flashing lights and screamed questions because that is all they are right now, background noise.
I settle back into the passenger seat, still turning his words over in my mind.
I don't want to keep pretending I don't feel something here, Luna. Because I do. I have for a while now.
I've replayed it so many times in the last few minutes that it's started to blur slightly at the edges, the way any sentence does when you turn it over too many times. I don't know what to do with that. Not really. I've spent years making myself small, useful, easy to overlook, it always felt safer than the alternative, safer than wanting something and having it taken away, or worse, never offered in the first place. And now h
