Lily's POV
By the time the afternoon meeting rolled around, my nerves were fried beyond repair. I’d spent the entire day trapped in a miserable loop of irritation, embarrassment, and outright panic. Every spreadsheet I opened blurred into Dante’s face pulling away from me. Every email turned into the some sort of torture . And every step I took around the office reminded me that I would soon be sitting across from him again, pretending he hadn’t kissed me like he meant it. Or worse — pretending I hadn’t kissed him back.
I hated how much space he took up in my mind. I hated how much his coldness that morning stung. And I especially hated the fact that I was trapped in this ridiculous arrangement where his mood had the power to ruin an entire day.
By lunch, I couldn’t even taste my food.
