Chapter 85 Your Hands Are Magic

• : : : Sophie : : :
• I toss and turn all night, trapped in a restless sleep that offers no real rest. My dreams are a tangled mess of thoughts, memories, and emotions — flashes of Jayden’s smile, the feel of Kieran’s lips on mine, the confusion in my heart…
• I keep waking up, beads of sweat forming in my forehead, and I’m staring at the ceiling, trying to push it all away, but the thoughts cling to me like shadows. I can’t stop thinking about them, about the dance, about the kiss, about everything that’s happened.