/Esme/
I stared at my empty water glass like it might give me answers.
What just happened?
The moment Gerald walked out with Dave, the air in the room shifted lighter, maybe. But only for a second. The moment they were gone, everything heavy inside me came crashing down again.
My heart was racing. My skin still tingled where he’d touched me that innocent press of his thumb when he shook my hand, the way his eyes drank me in even as he pretended not to know me.
What kind of man does that?
What kind of man makes you c*m with his fingers one night, then sits across from you the next morning and introduces himself as your fiancé’s father like he didn’t just ruin your underwear the night before?
I pressed my legs together under the table. Useless. The ache was still there, humming low an
