Fallon
I should not be this affected.
It didn’t even happen.
That was what I told myself as I unpacked, folding my clothes with unnecessary precision. That was what I repeated as I lined up my skincare bottles on the bathroom counter, arranging and rearranging them in a way that made absolutely no difference.
It didn’t happen.
He didn’t kiss me.
He was going to.
My hands froze over the drawer I’d been stuffing with newly purchased lingerie I had no actual plans of wearing.
God.
I closed my eyes, exhaling sharply.
I was losing it.
Because Reid Callahan had almost kissed me, and I’d been waiting for it.
That was the worst part.
Not the fact that my heart had practically lunged out of my chest, or the fact that my breath had caught when his hand slid to my jaw. Not even the way m
