WRECK ME QUIETLY
I felt it in my chest, that stillness.
Liam leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. “So, are you seeing anyone? Or are you just professionally mysterious?”
I smirked. “Depends on the day.”
He laughed again, shaking his head. “I’m going to figure you out, Samantha.”
“You can try,” I said softly, fingers brushing the side of my cup.
But inside, I already knew—he couldn’t. Not really.
Still, it was nice to pretend. Just for a little while.
After a while, Macey excused herself to use the bathroom, gathering her phone and slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Don’t go falling in love without me,” she teased before walking off.
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