(Clara)
I hated the fact that I woke up smiling.
Actually no. Not smiling, I was grinning like an i***t.
I buried my face deeper into my pillow with a groan as memories from last night replayed themselves in my head like my brain had suddenly become a romance movie director.
Ethan’s smile.
The way he looked at me across the table.
The kiss.
God.
The kiss.
I pressed my pillow harder against my face.
“This is so embarrassing,” I muttered to myself.
Unfortunately, Anna heard me.
“Good morning to the woman in love!” she shouted from the kitchen.
“I am not in love!”
The silence that followed immediately told me I had walked straight into a trap.
Then—
“Oh my God,” Anna yelled. “You sound exactly like someone in love.”
I groaned loudly before dragging myself out of bed.
The apa
