MACEY
“C’mon, Sam. It’s nothing,” I muttered, waving my hand like it wasn’t a big deal, even though the heat climbing up my cheeks said otherwise.
Samantha, of course, didn’t let it go. She crossed her arms, the way she always did when she was about to drag a confession out of me, her brows pulled tight in that mix of judgment and disbelief she’d perfected over the years. “Nothing? C’mon, Macey, I know that look.”
I rolled my eyes and gave a half-hearted sigh. “It’s really nothing, Sam. Don’t make it a thing.”
She didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe, probably. The silence stretched like a tight string between us, and I could practically feel her stare burning holes through my face.
I cracked first. I always did. “Okay, fine.” I exhaled hard. “I’m… I’m f*****g my boss.”
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