Chapter 187

Elodie’s POV

The week slid by in a haze of almosts and stolen breaths.

Every morning started the same: Kiernan downstairs before me, pouring coffee like he hadn’t been in my room half the night with his hands under my hoodie and his mouth on my neck. We’d nod at each other across the kitchen, casual as anything, while Mom flipped pancakes and asked about our days.

“Big game this weekend?” she aske