Actually,high, considering my current luck.
Joel’s shower situation crops up in my mind unbidden, making my insides heat.
God, I hope he doesn’t say anything.
What if he thinks I actuallywantedthe kiss?
Worse—what if he doesn’t mention it at all?
Actually, I don’t know which is worse, him pretending it never happened or me knowing that he knows and him smirking about it every time he looks at me.
Which, let’s be honest, he’s definitely going to do.
He’s probably already storing it as ammo.The next time I roll my eyes at him, he’ll just grin and say, “What?You weren’t rolling your eyes last night when you almost kissed me, Ace.”
Of course he is.I bet he’s been smiling to himself, perfectly smug in his stupid, rockstar arrogance.Someone send help.
I groan and throw my pillow across the room.
I exhale sharply, shifting onto my back to stare at the ceiling.
Why did I even mention sword crossing?Good god, Anna.
What if he looked it up?I wouldn’t put it past him.
The thought makes my stomachplummet.
Joel Price, Googling “sword crossing romance novel meaning” like some oblivious idiot, only to beslapped in the facewith the dirtiest excerpts from the internet?
I physically cringe and I can literally feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
What if he finds a Reddit thread?
What if he clicks on some fanfic?
What if he learns things I can never un-know?!
Oh my god.What have I done?
I shut my eyes, fingers pressing into my temples.
No.He wouldn’t.
…Would he?
No, Anna.You don’t care.
Idocare.
I don’twantto care.
I groan again and pull the blanket over my head.
This is fine.Everything is fine.
I’m fan-fucking-tastic.
Besides, if I ignore it long enough, my mortification will fade.That’s how it works, right?