FEW MINUTES LATER
Lucy sat by the window, the city lights blurry behind the glass. She hadn’t moved in a while. She was still with a mug of water. Her face still burned.
She dragged her fingers down her cheeks with a small groan.
“I can’t believe I thought that…”
She didn’t even finish the sentence. It was too embarrassing for her.
She had imagined his hand on her thigh. His lips hovering too close. The weight of his stare.
Her toes curled just thinking about it.
“You look like you saw a ghost.”
She jumped. Her head snapped toward the voice. Barry.
He was leaning against the doorway like he had all night to stand there. His arms folded, a smirk just barely tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Don’t sneak up like that,” she snapped, covering her face again. “It’s creepy.”
He didn’
