The drive home was a blur of honking horns and traffic lights I barely registered. My hands were glued to the steering wheel, knuckles white, while Adrian’s words looped in my head like a broken record.
Marry me.
Two words. Simple. Catastrophic.
I must’ve driven on autopilot, because I made it to my apartment somehow a miracle, though I couldn’t recall a single turn I took.
The second I stepped inside, Taylor appeared from the kitchen with a bag of chips and his phone in hand. He took one look at me and froze.
“Oh hell no.” He dropped everything and hurried over. “What did that corporate robot do? Do I need to call my lawyer cousin? I swear, Elena, I will drag him”
“He asked me to marry him.”
The chip fell straight out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry, WHAT?”
I stumbled to the couch and c
