When Sarah arrived home after the dinner, her heart was still racing. She couldn’t stop smiling, her cheeks hurting from how wide her grin stretched.
She smirked. “Now, Nicole can finally rot in hell for all I care.”
She was replaying the way Taylor had smiled at her, really smiled, in her head over and over. So brief, so fleeting, but it was real.
She had seen it, felt it.
She clasped her purse against her chest as she closed the apartment door behind her, leaning against the door for a second to catch her breath.
“God, what is wrong with me?" she muttered frowning, shaking her head, but the warmth blooming across her chest would not be denied.
Kicking off her heels, she padded across the room and plopped onto the couch, her thoughts racing.
Tonight had gone better than she could
