Lola’s POV

I opened the door without thinking, still holding the handle loosely in my palm. My breath stalled in my chest.

Amy’s lips were on Flint’s.

For a moment, the world inside the room froze, soundless. My eyes locked on the sight, the curve of Amy’s mouth pressed against his, her hands looped around his waist as if she belonged there. His body stiffened. His arms hung awkwardly at his sides.

Shock rooted me to the spot. My chest tightened as if the air had been sucked out of the ...