Becky
They arranged themselves around the kitchen the way they always did without seeming to think about it, Ryder leaning against the counter, Mason pulling out a stool beside me, Caleb standing near the doorway like he hadn't fully committed to staying, Adrian closest to me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him even without touching.
"We had a conversation tonight," Adrian said, and something in his voice, careful and deliberate, told me this had been rehearsed, or at least thought through carefully before they'd walked in here together. "All four of us. About what's been happening these past weeks. Months, really, if we're being honest about when it actually started."
My heart was pounding, some mixture of hope and terror tangled together so tightly I couldn't
