It was a peaceful Saturday.
Which, of course, meant I was doomed.
I'd just made it to the couch, a bowl of cereal in hand, ready to finally enjoy silence and—
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Not polite knocking. Not the kind of tap-tap you do when you live in a civilized society.
No.
This was the kind of banging that told you the person on the other side of the door was either a serial killer or your girlfriend.
Unfortunately for me, it was both.
"Open up, Kai! I swear on my cramps, I will kick down this door!"
I sighed and opened it before the neighbors could call the cops. Again.
Val—because God help me if I called her Celestia today—stood there looking like a demon and a Disney princess at the same time. Oversized black hoodie, plaid pajama shorts, thigh-high socks, and that pouty, furious face that made me feel equal parts terrified and stupidly in love.
In one hand, she held a bag. In the other, a hot water bottle.
She shoved past me without so much as a hello.
