Kyan tiptoed into the room like a thief.
The lights were off, and all he could hear was the soft snoring coming from Ace's bed.
"Good," he whispered. "No witnesses."
He carefully shut the door behind him and crept across the room, avoiding every creaky floorboard like it was a landmine. His bed felt like heaven the moment he dropped on it.
He let out a soft sigh of relief, pulling the covers over himself, heart still lightly thudding from the close call.
Then—
A little smile tugged at his lips.
He reached under his bed and pulled out the book—a plain hardcover notebook, the one nobody knew about.
The one that held all the things he'd never say out loud.
He flipped it open, cheeks still warm.
"Okay," he mumbled, whispering to himself. "Maybe Nico might be... your crush."
He stared at the words like they'd burn through the page.
Then he giggled—giggled. Like a dork.
