Nina

I stare at the mess of clothes on my bed, chewing on my lip, hands hovering over yet another dress I pulled from the closet. Black satin? Red silk? Am I really going on this date, or is this some half-assed attempt at proving I’ve moved on?

I drag a hand through my hair, glancing at my phone lighting up on the bed. Jaxon’s name flashes across the screen, again. Fourth time today. I let it ring, feeling my stomach twist. If I pick up, I know damn well I’ll just cancel this whole ...