I looked back and saw Sienna push against Shawn. “I’m not the one who’s scared. You don’t need to paw at me, please.” She sounded frustrated, the complete opposite of how light she’d been in the grass. “It’s a haunted house, babe. You’re supposed to hold each other.” Shawn tried to reason with her as they passed my door, but she pulled them to a stop. “I’m serious, Shawn. I didn’t come here on a date, we didn’t turn it into a date, and no matter how many times you ask me out, there will never be a fucking date!”
