Hayley Davies Pov May 2026

He takes it, and for one second, his fingers brush mine. It’s nothing. An accident. But to me, it feels like a match striking against a rough surface.

I freeze. My hand hovers over a worn copy of Jane Eyre . hayley davies pov

I lean against the staircase wall, out of sight, and I listen. He takes it, and for one second, his fingers brush mine

“She’s still asleep,” my brother, Jake, says. “Don’t be loud. Hayley gets weird about noise in the morning.” He takes it

I almost laugh. Words. Of course.

Davies. Not Hayley. Just my last name, like I’m one of the guys.