Jojo’s P.O.V.
The day dragged on, each second stretching into eternity as I sat in class, my pen idly tapping against my notebook. The lesson was background noise by now, muffled by the whirlwind in my mind. All I could think about was Raven Miller—Lucy’s father, the man who had unknowingly stolen every fragment of my focus.
I had spent the entire night lost in thoughts of him. His dark eyes had haunted me, their intensity burning into my mind, refusing to fade even as I closed my own. I had imagined what it would have felt like if he had just leaned in, if he had just pressed his lips to mine, if his hands would have explored the places I secretly longed for them to explore. I shivered at the thought, a mixture of excitement and shame twisting deep inside of me. It was wrong—so, so wron
