C25 Chapter 25

“Are you nervous?” Claire leaned casually against my desk, her perfectly manicured nails tapping on the wood.

“Nervous?” I repeated, my voice a pitch higher than usual. I forced a laugh and waved her off. “About dinner? Of course not. Why would I be?”

Claire smirked, crossing her arms. “Because you’ve been checking the time every five minutes since you got Adrian’s text