The drive stretched on longer than it should have, probably because my mind couldn't stop replaying that damn kiss. I'd told myself to put it out of my head, but the thought looped back, persistent, gnawing.
My fingers gripped the wheel tighter, irritation and something else simmering just beneath the surface.
This was a mistake. I knew it the second our lips touched. But knowing it and actually doing something to prevent it were apparently two different things.
I couldn't believe I'd lost control like that, even for a second. I was supposed to be better than this, better than letting a co-star mess with my head, mess with my goals. Love wasn't even in my vocabulary right now.
My ambitions, my career, they didn't have room for anything, or anyone, else. Relationships were just... complications, tangling emotions and making everything harder.
