The thought of what had just transpired in Caleb's office kept on rolling around in my thoughts as I made my way back to my desk.
My steps were robotic, almost like I wasn’t in control of my body.
The way she wrapped herself over him, her eyes nearly shouting, "He’s mine." And the worst part? He didn’t push her away.
I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t be thinking like way. But I was. Damn it, I was.
What the heck was that? An announcement? Were they... engaged? The way Monica hinted at it, her smug little smirk when she addressed their "future"... it had to imply something. They were getting married, weren’t they?
What the Hell was I thinking? Letting a guy, nay, that guy, have his way with me like that. I felt nauseous all over again, like the tequila was still scorching its way throug
