Maggie finished working, said good-bye to her coworkers, and then crept up the stairs as quietly as humanly possible. She didn’t have it in her to talk to Shane tonight. Childish? Yes. But she didn’t care. Tomorrow night would start the holiday revelry, and she needed to have her s**t together. Unfortunately, by the time she got to bed, sleep eluded her.
She kept thinking about Eli. They’d had a lot of fun over the last few days. They shared a spark. Then she thought about the kiss. Did she really feel a spark, or was she convincing herself she had?
Her phone buzzed on her nightstand. She cringed, afraid it was Shane, but the screen lit with Eli’s name. A short text: Still awake?
Unfortunately. Hard to get settled after a long night.
You just need to relax.
She laughed. As if she had
