Ashley brought Clara back home. She didn't even bother to tell him goodbye. As soon as the car came to a stop, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, closing the door behind her without a second glance.
She couldn’t face him—not now, not after what had happened. Without saying a word, she walked straight into her apartment, her heart pounding.
The moment she stepped inside, she exhaled loudly, as if she had been holding her breath the entire ride. She leaned against the door, shutting her eyes for a moment. The air inside her apartment felt lighter, yet the weight in her chest remained.
She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, pacing around the room.
"How did I let this happen?" she muttered to herself.
"Ashley... My best friend… I kissed my best friend. God, what was
