MACEY

Monday morning came too fast.

I wasn’t ready for the week, and I definitely wasn’t ready to see Zinna. Not after what happened on Saturday.

The entire ride to work, my mind replayed the scene like a broken record. I’d tried to tell myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t the jealous type. That what Damien and I had wasn’t… whatever this messy, undefined thing had become.

Except, who was I kidding?

I was waiting for the shoe to drop. Waiting for Zinna to burst into ...