Arabella's P.O.V~ nine hours before the competition

I had just finished having my shower, when a knock rapped on my door. My hair was dripping wet, and I left it to air dry. I cling to the flimsy towel wrapped around my body tighter and debated opening the door.

I thought it was Flo, who had come back after retrieving what I needed for tonight, but then he spoke.

It was him. Hardin.

I would recognise that beautiful voice anywhere. My hand itched to open the door but I quickly decided against it.

How could I face him? I was a coward. That was true and although every part of...