I quickly shut the door behind me as I stepped into the coral colored bathroom. Connell was drying his face with one of my towels. He seemed tense, his back locked as he sighed.

“You were right,” He said, looking at me through the mirror. I gave him a small smile, coming to where he was standing. I grabbed his arm, putting my head on his shoulder.

“You just need to get past their comments, and then they’ll accept you,” I told him, simultaneously looking at the mess my hair had become in the mirror.

Connell exhaled, moving us so that I had my back to the counter, and he...