Daisy didn’t see Harry for the rest of that day. Or maybe she just didn’t look hard enough.

The truth was, she didn’t know if she wanted to see him.

Ever since that moment in the art studio — the one that had been cut in half by Jordan’s sudden arrival — she had been stuck in a strange limbo. It wasn’t just what Harry had almost said. It was the way he’d looked at her, as though whatever was on his mind had weight, as though he wasn’t just tossing out another casual line meant to make her blush.

She could feel it in her chest even now, days...