LILY

I was blushing, hard. It hurt. My cheeks had gone to the deepest shade of red, and it didn't help that Silver cheered me on after Adrian had dropped me off.

I curled up in the sheets, my face buried in the pillow while the memories of tonight—every single thing: our drive, our talks, the party, the way he held me, his words—echoed through my head.

And our walk.

It was the first time I had ever had a walk without feeling suffocated, without feeling like I was back home, in that huge prison where every air is borrowed, where every second of your existence is enough to make...