Jojo’s P.O.V.
I sank into Raven's sofa, trying to get comfortable, though my heart was doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when he was nearby. This was the kind of date that sounded adorable on paper—a make-your-own sundae-night followed by a Disney movie. In reality, it had involved me accidentally squirting whipped cream onto Raven's shirt (which I then had to try very hard not to lick off), and then watching Tangled with Lucy snuggled between us like a human chastity belt.
Don't get me wrong, I loved Tangled. Rapunzel is a queen, and Flynn Rider's smolder is iconic. But, well... I could have thought of other things to do with Raven. Things that did not involve animated lanterns and musical numbers about frying pans. But Lucy was still awake, and unless I wanted to traumatiz
