“What the hell,” I whisper to myself.
This is not okay.
This is how bad decisions happen.
“Time to leave,” I blurt out quickly, waving toward the door. “That’s enough of you.”
He grins widely. “You were thinking about it.”
“I was not!”
“You were,” he says, already walking to the door.
“I wasn’t,” I repeat, even though my face is exposing me.
He unlocks the door and pulls it open, then pauses and glances back at me, eyes sharp with amusement.
“I’ll see you later, library girl.”
And then he’s gone.
The door closes.
I stand there for a second.
Then I collapse face first onto the bed.
“What the f**k did I just do?” I groan into the mattress. “Oh my God, Emily, you’re so stupid.”
I kick my legs in the air, grabbing my hair and pulling at it lightly. “How is this my life? How did
