Luna’s breath hitches. Fresh tears spill over. She shakes her head fast, braid swinging. “No. God, no. Please don’t.”
“Then talk.”
She wipes her face.
“It felt… shocking,” she whispers. “At first. Like my phone burned my hand. My heart started racing super fast and my face got so hot I thought I was gonna pass out. I stared at it for maybe two seconds before I slammed my phone face-down. I felt… embarrassed. Exposed. Like I’d accidentally seen something I wasn’t supposed to. But then… then the next message came. Him freaking out. ‘s**t s**t s**t delete that I’m so sorry I’m an idiot.’ All caps. Emojis.
“The panic was real. And it… it made it funny? Like, absurd. I laughed. Out loud. In my room. Alone. And yeah… my body reacted. I got this weird flutter in my stomach. Lower. I felt… c
