Bryan's POV
I twirl the swivel chair around idly, a pen in my hand and my lower lips in between my teeth.
Coming to work today is a mistake. I haven't been able to do a single thing since I arrived here. This is because I have been distracted by one thing or the other.
Celine's thought fills my mind and I am trying to comprehend just how and why the kiss happened this morning.
I am still trying to figure out what the hell came over me that pushed me to kiss her that way. I haven't figured out why I have suddenly become attracted to her and now I am left with sorting this out again.
What excuse do I have this time to give for kissing her? I have no excuse.
The first time something like this happened, I was drunk. I wasn't in my right frame of mind but this morning, I wasn't drunk yet
