-POV Derby
The elevator doors closed behind me and I leaned against the mirrored wall, breathing hard like I’d just run ten flights instead of one. My reflection stared back at me — flushed cheeks, eyes too bright, lips still tingling from the memory of Jordan’s kiss in the car only minutes ago. I looked like someone who had been held and wanted.
I felt like someone who had just been slapped by reality.
Tamara’s hand on his arm. The way she leaned in like she still belonged there. The way Jordan hadn’t pulled away immediately, even if his body had tensed. The way he had looked at me afterward — guilty, but not enough to change anything in public.
“You knew this.”
The words I’d whispered to him echoed in my head like a curse.
I stepped out on my floor and walked straight to the pantry
