Cierra's POV
The hand extended toward me hovered in midair...steady, warm, patient.
I stared at it, blinked once, then sighed as realization hit me like a slap.
Of course.
Him.
The same guy I had a reckless one-night stand with.
The same guy whose kisses I used to distract my boss.
The same guy who had been stupidly good tonight...annoyingly good...but still, a girl deserved peace after chaos.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, wiping my eyes quickly. “No thank you. I’ll pass on the hug.”
He didn’t withdraw his hand. Instead, he crouched down until his face was level with mine. Before I could look away, his fingers slid under my chin and lifted gently.
“Are you crying?” he asked softly. “Cierra, I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you into doing anything with me and...”
“No.” I cut him
