Chapter 7: Library
Hailee’s POV
"Good morning, Jonah," I smiled, greeting one of the pack house guards.
"Morning, Hailee... you look different today," he said, eyeing me curiously.
I rolled my eyes. "You’re seeing wrong, Jonah. There’s nothing different about me."
I lied—but we both knew he was right.
I didn’t sleep last night. Not when every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. Not when my brain kept dragging me back to what happened with Nathan. The way he touched me. The way I let him. The way I wanted him to.
Deep down, I told myself not to be ridiculous. Not to dwell on it. Nathan would always be Nathan. He was a womanizer, had girls throwing themselves at him like candy at a festival. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was laughing about it right now. Hell, maybe he’d already told his friends. Maybe they were all joking about me.
And thank the moon we didn’t go further than we did. At least I had that small shred of dignity to hold onto.
Still, something in me shifted.
This morning, I stood in front of my wardrobe like a stranger. I don’t usually care what I wear—hoodies, leggings, whatever’s clean. But today? Today I was digging through piles like I was going to a damn royal banquet. Trying on outfits I hadn’t touched in months. I ended up wearing one of my best tops, a fitted black one that hugged my body a little too well, paired with jeans that actually made my ass look decent.
Why?