Sabrina Carpenter Good — Luck- Babe- -chappell...

But here they were. Again.

The air between them tightened. Sabrina crossed her arms—not defensive, exactly. More like she was holding herself together. “I’m not the one who left.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

That was the problem. Sabrina never asked her to leave. Not the first time, not the fifth, not the tenth. She just kept pretending that Chappell’s hands on her skin didn’t feel like coming home. She kept telling herself it was just a phase, just a fling, just something she’d grow out of. But here they were

“I’m always busy,” Sabrina replied without looking up. “What do you want?” Sabrina crossed her arms—not defensive, exactly

“Which one? You release a new one every time I turn around.”

Sabrina’s laugh was dry, humorless. “And how’s that working out for you? Showing up at my door at midnight?”

“The one about you.”