Celeste
The rest of the day crawled by. I couldn’t focus on work. Every time I looked up, I could see Jace through the glass wall of his office. And every time our eyes met, something electric passed between us.
When it was finally time to leave, I packed up my things slowly, hoping everyone else would go first.
Finally, the office was empty except for Jace and me.
I knocked on his door.
“Come in,” he said.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. “We need to talk.”
“I know,” he said, standing up. “Celeste, about what happened earlier—”
“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. “Don’t apologize. Don’t tell me it was a mistake. Because it wasn’t. Not for me.”
“It’s complicated,” he said.
“I know it’s complicated. Everything about us is complicated.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Ce
