(Willa)
I couldn’t help but pace. I felt like one of those cartoon characters that lit up the screen in the background. Emmett didn’t have much experience with TV, but he was obsessed. I was too nervous about unpacking that or even forming a thought about whether I wanted that to become a regular thing or not.
“I wish I could distract you.” Caspien wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back from my pacing.
I settled into him and let his scent wash over me. It helped for a second until I remembered why I was stressed out. A moment later, I wiggled out of his arms.
“I would tell you not to run a line on my floor, but I really could care less about it.” He frowned at the floor, a playful smile crossing his lips as he watched me. "What are you thinking?”
I paused, giving him a look
