Emma

My whole body feels shaky and restless the moment Monica throws that sneer my way and struts off. Her sharp heels echo loud against the marble floor. My palms stay damp no matter how many times I wipe them on my skirt. My right hand feels extra slippery inside Knox’s grip.

He steps closer. His body heat brushes against me like a promise. Every muscle in my shoulders tightens away.

“Emma," he says softly. "You really do not have to feel this nervous. Just put Monica out of your mind completely.”

I swallow hard. The lump in my throat refuses to go down. I steal a look up at...