I arrived at Ever Tower on Friday morning after four hours of sleep and approximately seventeen mental replays of Augustus Evans kissing me.
Seth's knowing question at the reception had been easy enough to dodge. My own thoughts were less cooperative.
Geneva. The handwritten note. Augustus admitting he'd been attracted to me for three years.
I'd checked my phone before bed, after brushing my teeth, and once at three in the morning. No message.
Perfectly reasonable. He was my boss, not a teenager sending heart emojis.
Still. Rude.
The worst part was that I couldn't even complain to my mother. She would have called Vivienne Evans before breakfast, and by lunch someone would have booked a church.
Seth would tease me mercilessly. My closest friends would demand details I was not emotionally equipped to provide.
So I drank terrible coffee and told myself that one kiss had not fundamentally altered the structure of the universe.
