ELARA
I folded my lips nervously, biting down hard. Jeremy only stayed pressed against me for half a second before pulling away.
"I'll go change," he said.
"There's no need," I blurted out.
He gave me a confused look. "You do realize my shirt is soaked, right?"
My hands flew up in frustration before dropping uselessly to my sides. "No, I meant I'll go. So you can change without me standing here like an idiot."
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Nice try, young lady." He started walking away. "You stay. Give me one second."
I huff out a dramatic sigh. Of course it didn't work. He knew me too well to fall for it.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text from Martins. Typical Martins, he couldn't just send a short message.
Martins: Hey Ela. Just left the lab and I was wondering if it was too early to tell you this. Actually, I couldn't keep the excitement to myself…
I skipped straight to the end, ignoring the novel in between. Then I saw it.
