Tabitha’s POV

As embarrassing as it sounds, I text Andrew that I might be running late. I blame it on poor sleep and bad timing and literally anything that doesn’t involve Jace. There is no version of this conversation where I admit that I overslept because my morning went completely off the rails in the most indecent way possible. I hit send, feel my face heat up anyway, and stare at my phone like it might expose me on its own.

My phone buzzes a second later.

Andrew:

It’s all good. I’ll wait for you in front of Aelani Center. :>

Relief loosens the knot in my chest. Great. That...