Half an hour later, I was still deliberately self-sabotaging as I watched the main character of my horror movie walk into a room I knew she shouldn’t.

I could barely even watch, pulling my blanket up past my chin so it almost covered my eyes. I felt so stupid. I was never going to be able to fall asleep after all of this.

Why was I doing this to myself? Why had I chosen the one night that Ace might not sleep with me to watch the scariest movie known to humankind?

I should’ve closed my laptop and done some homework.

But the fact that Ace had been so totally...