Alexia's POV
Evening came faster than I expected, and before I could even think of an excuse to get out of it, Lucy was already dragging me toward Professor Sinclair's office.
"Lucy, stop pulling me like a damn hostage!" I hissed, trying to yank my wrist free.
She rolled her eyes but didn't let go. "Oh, please. If I don't do this, you'll chicken out and run home to sulk over Aiden instead of dealing with the very attractive problem in front of you."
I groaned. "There is no problem."
Lucy stopped and gave me a deadpan look. "Right. Then why are your hands sweaty?"
I quickly wiped them on my jeans and glared at her. "It's hot."
"Uh-huh." She smirked. "You know, for someone who claims not to be flustered, you sure do look like a nervous wreck."
I huffed. "I just don't want things to be awkward."
"Awkward? Babe, you let your fake husband call your professor an asshole over the phone. That ship has sailed."
I winced. Yeah… that did happen.
