JENSYN
My flat shoes struck the tiled floor with urgency; the hem of my dress brushed my ankle as I turned the corner. My chest tightened, breath shallow from Linden's kiss. Amidst all that, I needed to get to Andrea before she misinterpreted everything she heard and saw.
Whatever she was thinking, I had to correct it.
My thoughts tangled, raw and hot behind my ribs, and then instantly, I collided with someone.
Hard and fast. Warm hands encircled me before I hit the floor. My body jolted back; my fingers wrapped reflexively at the fabric of a black shirt.
“s**t, are you okay?”
I heard that voice before.
Where was it?
I stared up and saw a familiar face. It was Linden's friend, Lev. I had met him at Arthur's house, and it was a miracle I remembered his name. His voice was cool
