Julianna
I clapped my hand over my mouth, but it was much too late to stop the words from escaping. I felt like the bottom just dropped out of my world, and the room was spinning.
“Jules--” he didn’t look nearly as surprised as he should.
I ducked away from his hand and sprinted for the door. I got as far as my front door when I realized I'd left my purse, with my house keys inside it, on James’s kitchen island. I swore and banged my forehead on the door in frustration, adding a pounding headache to my problems.
This is why Melayia had always had to watch over me like a god-damned mother hen. Eight years of building a safe identity for myself had just been washed down the drain, and for what? Dinner, a dance, and one steamy kiss? I scratched at my door in panic. I’d been play
