Peach Salinger
I hate the way I feel right now. Like a clingy bed mate that’s jealous of another woman. It makes me feel like I don’t know my place, like Rhys and I do more than s*x.
I swallow hard. He’s on a date with Nichole. So what?
Rhys’s eyes meet mine, and the smile slips from his face. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the noise of the city fading into the background. It’s awkward as hell, and I wish I could disappear, but my feet refuse to move.
Nichole notices me too, and her eyes widen. “Oh, it’s you!” she exclaims. “The girl from the elevator! The one I spilled coffee on earlier today!”
I force a smile. “Yeah, that was me. It’s no big deal. I was the one not looking where I was going.”
Reggie, who’s been silent beside me, looks between us, clearly confused. I qu
