Goddamn peaches!
I sniffed my blazer. The scent wasn’t that scandalous. How did he even catch it? Is his nose a vacuum?
"Fuck..." I groaned, stepping inside the staff prep room after supervising the catering team.
My eyes fluttered shut as I sunk my ass onto the bench, thinking about what just happened. He's been occupying my head since, and I almost screwed up doing my job.
Thankfully, the event ended with only minor issues—nothing our best couldn’t fix.
And I am so ready to go home. Force myself to sleep. Forget what happened tonight. Convince myself I didn’t see Johnny. That I didn’t hear his voice. That I didn’t feel him so close to me.
But who the hell is that Amy?
Maybe I should do some research—no, no, no. Why would I care? The last thing I should ever do is even think about
