Sofia smiled as she sank into the bus seat, resting her head against the cool glass. The city lights streaked by in blurs of color, but she felt oddly distant—like a quiet extra in a film, she wasn't meant to star in.
But tonight, she'd done it.
She said no to Adam Ravenstrong—the man who commanded boardrooms and kissed her like the world was ending—had called, invited her... and she turned him down.
Her friends claimed she was falling. That her heartbeat gave her away. But this was proof they were wrong.
She smiled again, tighter this time. Victory hummed in her chest like a song she wanted to believe.
She wasn't in love with him. Not even close. So why was her hand still trembling? Why did it feel like she hadn't escaped something, but lost it?
Her eyes drifted down. His number still glowed on the screen—unsaved, unfamiliar. And yet, somehow, she had already memorized it by heart.
