Bonfire Promises and the Day After The next morning came slow and hazy, sunlight slicing through the slats of Cal’s bedroom blinds like it had a personal grudge. Milo woke last, head pounding faintly from cheap beer and the memory of Lena’s laugh cutting through the bonfire smoke. His mouth tasted like salt and regret—not for the spill, not for the conversation, but for how badly he’d wanted to kiss her right there on the...