Good time

Lilly

We sat in Chance’s library that looked even more enticing at night than during the day. He sipped on his scotch with one arm resting on the back and coming around me.

“I had a good time,” I told him, bringing my glass of wine to my lips.

“I’m sorry about my ex,” he grumbled.

I shook my head. “That’s not on you.” My eyes flitted to his face. My heart twisted into a knot each time I thought about him loving someone so much that he resorted to a contract instead of a normal relationship. “Even with her little drama, I had a great time.”

I unzipped the knee high boots and tossed them to the side, then tucked my legs under me, leaning further into him. The atmosphere was easy, relaxed. My gaze flicked toward my iPhone on the coffee table and I picked it up, then scrolled through my messages.

Missed message from Grandma and my eldest. Missed call from Noona. More text messages from Noona.

I swiped open the first message. Grandma sent pictures from the pool and beach. Sienna did the sa