JUNIPER'S POV:

Troy's company has a gala today, so I agreed to attend with him. He sent a dress over to me, along with a chauffeur. The dress is black, long, and it hugs my body in the right manner. As I give myself one final look in the mirror, my phone beeps with a text from him.

"I can't wait to see you tonight."

We aren't officially a thing, and nothing has happened between us since we kissed last week. Matter of fact, I have been avoiding him because it felt sudden, and I still think of ...