She tilted her head, studying me again. Then, voice quieter, she added, "You're gonna be okay, you know." I blinked. "What?" Billie smirked, nudging my leg with hers. "I know you secretly rely on my constant presence and magnetic charm to get you through your days." "Magnetic charm?" I repeated, unimpressed. "Yes." "You have the charm of a raccoon breaking into a gas station at 2 AM." "Thank you." I groaned. "That was not a compliment."

Dakota Bloom had never cared much for rules. She lived lightly, guided by her own principles, never drawn to monogamy or settling down. It had always been easy to leave. Until she met Billie Eilish - and holding onto those principles became less certain.