Alessia’s POV
A few hours ago…
I spent the first three hours of my morning staring at my screen and thinking about Kate’s words.
‘It wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little.’
I had not replied to Daniel’s text yet. I kept picking up my phone and putting it back down, telling myself I was still deciding, which was technically true but also slightly dishonest, because somewhere between my first coffee and my second I had already started leaning toward yes and was just waiting to finally summon the courage to send that text.
The thing was, Kate wasn’t wrong.
I hated that she wasn’t wrong.
I had spent weeks watching Sebastian pull me close and push me away in the same breath, kissing me in a hotel suite and then sending me home like I didn’t matter, carrying me home from a club and then acting
