I straighten my skirt and hold my back upright, catching a glimpse of him adjusting his jacket out of the corner of my eye. What happened here was only the beginning, but nothing is certain. It was just kisses, just one of many moments we'll surely have here in this company, but each of them will be just that—moments.
I have a life, I have my plans. I love my single life and love choosing to be with whoever I want.
It’s not like I have a long list of men—honestly, no. If I add Emmet, whom I sleep with only when he breaks up with his girlfriend, my "conquests" wouldn’t exceed five. I love my freedom, but I’m very selective about it, and the fact that I indulged myself with the man beside me just to live the experience doesn’t mean I’m bound to him.
Eros is mistaken if he thinks that
