Hugo sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, his mind a chaotic mess. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, and his thoughts were practically yelling at him in all caps.
'WHY ME? WHY NOW? WHY HER?!'
He glanced at Luna, who was casually leaning against the doorway, a sly smile playing on her lips.
She looked like she had all the time in the world, but Hugo? He felt like a man sitting on a ticking bomb.
Meanwhile, Jessica stood to the side, wrapped in her towel, glancing between them in confusion.
Hugo forced a nervous smile, his brain scrambling. 'Okay, think, Hugo. She hasn't said anything about the kiss yet. Maybe she doesn't want to cause a scene in front of Jessica. Maybe—oh, who am I kidding? She's definitely here to cause trouble! The kiss was meant to be the final nail in my coffin!'
"Uh, hey, Luna…" Hugo began, his voice a little shaky.