Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, her legs swinging softly above the ground. The room was quiet, too quiet, and her thoughts were spinning.
She had spent most of the day alone, trying to distract herself, but her mind kept drifting back to Barry. His voice. His eyes. The way he held her on his lap last night like she belonged there.
She pressed her palm lightly against her chest. It was silly, wasn’t it? Feeling this way about her boss. But the way he looked at her… the way he said she wouldn’t dance for anyone but him…
Did it mean something?
She sighed and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. She couldn’t sit here any longer. The silence was making her restless.
“I’ll just… check if he’s around,” she mumbled to herself, brushing her fingers through her hair.
She grabbed a ho
