Stella's POV
I stabbed the elevator button, my heart still racing from that ridiculous ice cream not-date. What possessed me to tell him I was single? The doors closed with a ding, and I caught my reflection in the mirrored walls. My cheeks were still flushed pink.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." I pressed my forehead against the cool metal. I could text him and play it off as a joke. 'Hey, just kidding about being single! I totally have a boyfriend. His name is... George. From London. You wouldn't know him.'
My fingers hovered over my phone screen. Delete, delete, delete. That would sound even more pathetic than making up a boyfriend in the first place.
The elevator crawled up to the fifth floor. I could still feel the ghost of his thumb on my lip, and I remembered how his eyes had darkened
