Wright:
I’m still standing where she left me.
Hands braced on my desk. Breathing like I just ran up six flights of stairs. Her voice ringing in my skull:
Either you want me or you don’t.
I don’t.
Liar.
She’s right.
God, she’s right.
I’m still replaying the look in her eyes when the door suddenly swings open hard enough to smack the wall.
Alex storms in.
Not knocks. Not calls out. Storms.
“What the hell did you do?”
I shut my eyes for a second. Of course. Of course he ran into her. The universe doesn’t believe in timing or mercy.
“Alex—”
“No,” he snaps, jabbing a finger at me. “Not this time. I’m serious. I just passed Emma crying in the hallway. Full-on tears. What did you say to her?”
I sink into my chair because my legs aren’t steady enough to hold me.
“I told her we need
