Jessica's POV
My foot stopped mid-motion, suspended above the polished marble as her statement hit me like a physical blow.
My heartbeat thundered beneath my ribs. We had just been discussing him moments before, so why was my body betraying me like this?
"Your hands are trembling," Paisley observed, her voice deliberately measured.
They were. My entire body was vibrating with nervous energy. What was wrong with me? Why was I falling apart?
"You're not prepared to see him," Paisley supplied the answer to my unspoken confusion, and suddenly the room felt like it was spinning.
I rotated toward her with deliberate slowness. "Do you really think so?"
She gave a firm nod. "Considering how he stormed out earlier, this reaction makes perfect sense. It proves you have genuine feelings for him."
"Obviously I do," I snapped, my voice climbing an octave, and something that looked suspiciously like satisfaction crossed Paisley's features.
