Pen & Passion
“I’m planning a playlist for the ride. It’s going to start with ‘Promiscuous Girl’ and end with ‘Careless Whisper’—for tension.”
Ethan, still standing there with the folder, cleared his throat with the final shreds of his dignity.
“I can hear you,” he said dryly.
Jessy leaned toward him, grinning like the devil in lip gloss. “And yet, you didn’t deny it.”
I was officially dead inside—but also sort of thriving.
Once Ethan retreated with his pride barely intact and Jessy flounced off to her temporary desk (still giggling), I collapsed into my chair, covering my face with both hands.
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