I blow out a long, slow breath.
I'm irritated with myself for not thinking about the ramifications of my actions and for following my instincts instead of using better judgment. I say a silent prayer of thanks that I didn't stumble across him. The muscles in my abdomen clench uncomfortably at the thought because he wouldn't have been happy to see me.
More like angry and irritated. Any conversation that would have taken place between us wouldn't have been pleasant.
I rub my temples in frustration. When am I going to get over this stupid infatuation and get on with my life? My feelings for him aren't healthy. I should rejoin the party and pretend this little lapse in judgment never happened.
“What are you doing in here?" a voice thunders.
I jump and whirl around, finding Roman l
