Depends on How This Conversation Goes

The only thing I can hear as I walk through the foyer is the pounding in my chest.

I don’t want to sleep with Vance tonight, so the only way to do this is to end it now.

I turn the corner and find Vance. He’s at the kitchen island, hunched over his laptop, brows furrowed, mouth drawn tight. Whatever he’s reading clearly has him frustrated.

Nerves rush through me until I feel like I might be sic