(Aspen POV)
My bedroom door flew open.
“Please,” Winter said, breathless.
Holly barreled in behind her, cheeks pink, eyes shining. “Aspen. Aspen. Aspen.”
I set my book down. “Why are you chanting my name.”
“Because it’s important,” Holly declared.
Winter climbed onto the edge of my bed. “We want a movie night.”
I waited.
“With Slade,” Winter added.
I stared. “No.”
Holly gasped. “Why.”
“Because it’s late.”
Holly leaned closer, voice low. “Slade misses me.”
“Slade told you that.”
“He didn’t have to,” she said proudly. “I’m his best friend. I can tell.”
Winter nodded. “She is. He talks to her.”
“He doesn’t talk,” I muttered.
Holly pointed. “He talks to me.”
I exhaled. “One movie. If he’s in a mood, we leave.”
Holly squealed. “Yes.”
“Jackets,” I warned. “Blanket. Popcorn. T
