“I do.” Because I’m still worried he won’t take me seriously, I stop and look right at him. “I do, Miles. Truly. Thank you for this.”He stops walking too, to meet my gaze. His attention lifts to the top of my head. Suddenly, he reaches out and gently plucks something out of my hair. As he withdraws
Monday morning, I’m called into Kimberly’s office once again.“Everyone is still buzzing about who Miles Hamilton blew that kiss to,” Kimberly says. “Speculation has run rampant. Every article about it is gaining traction. The public has maintained interest.”I nod along, agreeing but not sure what
He hums as he leans back in his chair, as if considering. “I suppose the truth is off the table.”“You know why it is,” I answer. We have both our reputations to consider, as well as his entire candidacy. The two of us together would be an epic scandal.“Yes,” he says, but seems noncommittal about i
My throat is dry. My heart hammers out of control.My hands on the table inch closer to Miles on the other side, seemingly of their own accord.He stares at me, and I at him. Then, his mouth drops to my lips.“Meet me in the bathroom,” he says. “The unisex solo stall at the end of the hall.”The wor
Somehow I’m able to hold everything together for another hour, though I don’t actually get any work done. Instead, I focus on the blinking mouse cursor over a blank page and try to keep my lunch from resurfacing.I’m definitely going to be sick. But if I can hold it off.If I can keep things togethe
“And if I refuse?” I asks.Amber’s smile falls and she glowers at me instead. “I don’t want to ruin Miles’s career, but I will. You don’t want that though, do you? So you are going to call him.”“What are you planning?” I ask her. “I’m not going to call him down here for you to hurt him.”“I’m not g
“I can ruin you!” Amber shouts. “Listen to me, damn it!”He doesn’t. He shuts the door and starts to drive.Amber chases down the street. She almost catches up to us at a red light, but when Miles turns right, the traffic clears. He accelerates and leaves her behind in the dark of night.We sit in s
“Miles,” I say again, more urgently this time. “She sent a picture.”Miles glances over at me, looking at my face. Whatever he sees there makes him pull the car over into a brightly lit parking lot.“Show me,” he says, so I do, turning the phone toward him.His face hardens further and his expressio