"Oh my God, what?!"
The squeal was so sharp and sudden I actually felt my eardrums vibrate. Quincy didn't just scream, she practically levitated off my mismatched armchair, her eyes wide enough to be dinner plates.
"Pipe down, Quin! You're gonna blow the roof off!" I hissed, though I couldn't stop the massive, helpless grin from spreading across my face. I grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it to my chest, trying to ground myself.
"The roof? Madelyn, I'm going to blow the whole block off!" Quincy flailed her arms, her excitement radiating off her in waves. "William Torres? The 'Man Who Forgot How to Blink' Torres? He slept in this bed? In this apartment? And then he kissed you on a tarmac like he's starring in a nineties rom-com?"
I let out a shaky breath, sinking deeper into the sofa. It felt surreal to even say it out loud.
The day had gone surprisingly okay, all things considered.
