Daisy woke up earlier than usual the next morning, though she didn’t feel like she had actually slept. Her mind had been running in loops all night—about Jordan, about the way his voice had sounded when he’d said her name, and about the fact that she was now more aware of him than she’d ever been.

It was annoying.

And distracting.

And, somehow, a little nice.

She lay in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, before finally pulling herself up. Her phone buzzed with a notification from the group chat with Ruby and Hannah—Hannah complaining about the English essay due next week, Ruby sending a meme in...