Alessia’s POV
I shut the door quietly and walked—no, ran back to my desk, my heart racing so much I was scared it would combust.
Why the heck did I have to walk in at that time?
I sat down slowly, opened the document I had been working on, and stared at it without actually reading a single word.
Hannah Williams had kissed him.
Or he had kissed her. I hadn’t been there long enough to figure out the details and honestly, it didn’t matter because the result was the same. They had been kissing and I had walked in and seen it and now I was sitting here trying to read about quarterly projections and the words kept sliding right off my brain.
The image kept coming back. Hannah’s hands on his face. The way they had looked standing that close together, like it made sense.
Like they fit.
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