*Olivia*

I giggled as Giovani kicked open the door to his room. The door swung open with a creak, and he carried me inside.

I hadn’t ever seen his room before, and I was curious how it differed from mine and Dahlia’s. While mine was as generic and bland as possible–perfect for a guest room–Dahlia’s was loaded to the brim with designer brands.

Her closet was bigger than my entire room back home, and each bedroom came with its own private ...