Blaine sighed again, adjusting the cufflinks of his jacket even though there was absolutely nothing wrong with them. He had chosen to dress up today—not so much because he was going home to his family, but because he wanted to make an impression before leaving. Now more than ever, especially after that kiss.
He still couldn’t believe he’d done it and with a grand proclamation at that. What was he, some kind of hero in a romance novel? She was likely mortified with embarrassment; she hadn’t even uttered a word before he ran out of there. Kara had always seemed so practical and level-headed that he doubted she saw his actions as anything other than utter nonsense.
He would only be gone for three days, but he couldn't leave without saying goodbye. Especially since he had an inkling of what
