Leilani.
The weekend went by incredibly quickly, and by the time I was finally able to brush up the prototype I'd created for my newest innovation, it was already midday on Sunday.
I sat up from my couch and stretched. I felt tired. Incredibly so and my entire body ached like hell. I also realized that ever since Friday evening, I had not heard a word from Jarek, not even a text. Which was strange.
Was he avoiding me?
Does he regret kissing me and doesn't know how to talk about it?
Am I about to lose the only friend I have?
These thoughts and more plagued my mind as I picked up my coach bag and headed straight for my door, hoping to do a bit of shopping. My house lacked some groceries, moreover I needed to pick a dress for the gala I would attend in a few days.
Deep in thought, and still wondering why Jarek hasn't called or texted me after that kiss yet— gosh he hasn't even responded to the last text I sent— I drove all the way to Bergdorf Goodman.
