I sat at my desk for a couple of hours, trying to get some work done, but failed. I was just lying to myself that I was working, but all I had done was shove papers and pens around on the table, while my mind filled with images of Claire’s deep blue eyes and heart-shaped face.

I slammed my fist down on the table, causing the whole thing to rattle. I hated myself for making her cry, for forcing myself onto her the way I had.

There was no way I was going to get ...