Cooper
In spite of everything that had happened last night and how it had ended, I couldn’t bring myself not to message Corinne. From the second she’d hurried out my door early that morning, my mind had focused on nothing else.
Of course, I thought of her with her roommate—her so-called platonic friend. But it was more than that. In fact, whatever jealousy I felt was practically infinitesimal compared to my own curiosity.
What was Corinne like when she was out, partying with friends? What had her night been like? And most of all, why had I been the person she called—not another coworker or a friend, but me?
She was running scared, for sure. But I’d been the person she’d wanted when her guard was down. That had to matter. And there was no question that I couldn’t give up so easily.
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