I wake the next day with the memory of Bear’s kiss tingling on my lips. Overnight, the happy tendrils have grown from my heart, spread down my limbs and blossomed into coral-colored rosebuds.
So much for containing my feelings.
Then I remember my freak out. God, did I really say all that?
I half expect them to text me today, canceling everything. I don’t know if I’d be disappointed or relieved.
Disappointed, definitely. But it’d probably be better to shut things down now, before I get really entangled. Right?
I settle in at my desk and tell myself sternly to focus. Ben has already left a bunch of his half-finished work on my desk. I don’t have time for distractions. No logging into social media. No internet stalking allowed.
Until I get an email from Mina. It’s one sentence: Thunderb
