For about five minutes, it worked.
I sank into the water with a sigh so dramatic it should have been embarrassing, let my head fall back against the edge of the tub, and told myself this was fine.
Everything was fine.
Caelin would answer tomorrow at nine.
I would pretend I had not checked.
He would pretend he had not noticed the mild threat hidden inside the coffee invitation.
We would continue like two adults.
Mature.
Civilized.
Not at all obsessed.
My phone buzzed on the little wooden stool beside the tub.
The water moved around me.
My heart did something ridiculous.
“No,” I whispered.”Could it be–?”
It buzzed again.
I grabbed the phone so fast I nearly dropped it into the bath and ended my own life through romantic stupidity.
CAELIN: I can behave for ninety minutes.
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