-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the chapter: Feel It by Jacques)
Glyndon followed me up to my room, closing the door behind her as I walked straight to my closet, already dreading the whole church thing.
I heard the bed creak as she sat down, making herself comfortable while I flipped through my clothes, trying to find something—anything—that wouldn't make me look like a complete sinner in the middle of a sermon.
The problem?
I didn't own anything remotely "church-appropriate."
My closet was filled with leather jackets, ripped jeans, short skirts, and tops that were either cropped, tight, or low-cut. I frowned, pushing hangers back and forth, hoping for a miracle.
Behind me, Glyndon chuckled.
I turned my head to look at her. She was lounging on my bed, hands resting in her lap, watching me with this dreamy little smile. Like she was enjoying my suffering.
I narrowed my eyes. "What?"
She shook her head. "Nothing."
