NEXT WEEK

MARCELINE'S HOME

POV MARCELINE

I had just finished packing my bag when I heard a knock at the door. Before I could run down the stairs to answer it, my mother had beat me to it.

"Please come in, Grey," she said sweetly. Ever since Grey had helped clean up the shop last week, she had been talking nonstop about having him over more. My father had also joined in by asking when he was coming over next.

I picked up my duffel bag and made my way downstairs. ...