SELENA’S POV

Honestly, guilt tasted worse than food poisoning.

Standing there like a fraud while everyone pukes their guts out and you’re perfectly fine was really the worst kind of feeling.

Everywhere I turned, someone was either puking, groaning, or cursing us under their breath—not that I blamed them. If I were in their shoes, I would hate myself too.

Because there I was, standing in the middle of the chaos with Kai at my side, perfectly fine like we hadn’t been the ones shoving ...