CRAMPING

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. The past few days have felt somewhat….normal. At least, ever since my life felt like it had been imploded, twisted, and stitched back together ever since, well….everything. It was a Friday, and I was itching for the day to finally be over so I could enjoy my weekend. My mornings have been pretty quiet ever since I moved into the mansion. I don’t know why I expected it, but it was certainly not the calm and quiet that came with living with my parents, Seraphina, and Ace. Maybe I’d thought they would smother me with questions, or whatever else, but it was pretty cool for now. I tugged on the sleeve of Lucien’s hoodie, letting his scent comfort me as I tried to go over the torturous math class. It was another one of the hundreds of hoodies I’d managed to steal from my crazy boyfriend. I couldn’t help it. He smelled like cedar and wood, and sometimes, he smelled like the perfect blend of spices, which made me want to gobble him up. I had a feeling he knew I’d been s