Eleanor's POV
The memory of yesterday wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Kayden. The way he looked at me, the silent laughter that shook his shoulders, the feel of his skin under my fingertips as we painted… it all felt so surreal, so brand new. A part of me, the part that knew too much about disappointment, kept whispering, He can't be real. It's a dream. He has to be faking it.
"Earth to Eleanor!"
The voice sliced through the daydream, sharp and clear. I blinked, the plush interior of the motorhome snapping back into focus. I was standing there, one arm half-through my racing suit, completely lost.
Mira stood in the doorway, a knowing, teasing smirk plastered on her face. She sauntered in, closing the door behind her. "Wow. Look at you. The boys are already filling your head, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "And you're enjoying it."
