After the brief exchange, Georgia Sutton stood rigidly for another moment, unable to find anything else to say to her.
Finally, Summer Thorne angled her body slightly to the side, making room.
Georgia Sutton immediately slipped past her and headed straight for the kitchen.
Summer Thorne closed the door behind her and returned to her bed.
The enclosed bedroom formed a space that felt incredibly safe, with a comfortable temperature, warm lighting, and soft music.
Summer Thorne picked up the files she hadn't finished organizing. Her gaze fell on the dense blocks of tiny text, but she found herself involuntarily spacing out.
Over the past few days, she had grown completely accustomed to this environment.
Once it became second nature, some things no longer seemed so special.
Until Georgia Sutton had mentioned it just now.
