Chapter 86 Poisoned Pill

As Alexander and I made our way upstairs, I could feel my heart pounding harder with each step. I led him to my bedroom, the quiet hallway suddenly feeling intimate, making me hyper-aware of his closeness. My embarrassment was only slightly eased by the fact that I’d finally started remodeling the room. The childish posters were gone, and most of the stuffed animals had been packed away—except, of course, for the plush bunny Alexander had won for me at the carnival, which still sat on top of my nightstand.