[Hazel]
“A secret affair would suit you guys for real,” James went on, his empty glass thudding against the table. His face wore the dreamy satisfaction of a man thoroughly enjoying his own imagination.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Instead, I let him talk. He was already tipsy—maybe more than that.
“I literally thought that you guys went from enemies to lovers—boss and secretary office romance trope—and now Elijah was getting you a custom ring to confess his love to you,” James continued, looking at me like he genuinely believed it had all happened.
I didn’t even glance at Elijah. I was too shy to.
“Your thoughts are ridiculous, James,” Elijah said flatly.
He was right. They were ridiculous.
But the way he said it—that word ridiculous—stung harder than it should have. My hea
