Annabelle

The loud pulse of music fills the air as Daisy and I make our way through the crowded entrance of Monroe's. Friday night means the bar is packed, but I welcome the distraction. I've been on edge since that kiss with Nolan. We've been dancing around each other like awkward teenagers ever since. It's enough to drive me to drink.

"God, I needed this," Daisy sighs, slipping into our booth near the back. Her blonde hair catches the dim lights, and I notice ...