Tim’s fingers seemed cold compared to Rome’s warm ones, and even though her cousin was a graceful dancer, Ella couldn't help but think about what it would be like if it were Rome twirling her around the dance floor.
She’d stolen his phone. She hadn’t meant to. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She had meant to. But only because she didn’t want Tim to see it. And also because it had occurred to her that if she could sneak the phone into the attic, her stepmother wouldn’t know she had it. Then, Rome could call her whenever he wanted to. Assuming he was able to get another phone.
He might be mad at her. It was possible he hadn’t liked her enough that he was willing to trade his phone for her. He could charge over at any second and accuse her of taking it. But he wouldn’t do that as long as sh
