Val’s P.O.V

I sat up, leaning my back on the wooden edge of my bed, as I hurried to see Brielle’s text.

My nerves, kicking in anxious and full of gist. My body, tickling me, I couldn’t wait to have this conversation I had been desperately wanting to have and so I tapped the message twice and it took me to our chat section.

Brielle: “Good morning hun, you know what?

Let’s leave these dry texts. Let’s FaceTime. There’s a lot to talk about.”

“Lol, I was born ready.” ...