Sinful Longing

“Seriously, are you sure your shoulder is all right?”

She dropped her bag and then dramatically rolled both shoulders to show him that she was fine. But then she flinched, ruining the effect. “Actually, I’m not sure. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Well, let me give you my number, and if you need to see a doctor or anything, you can give me a call.”

Trihn ignored the flutter in her stomach. “Sure. I don’t think I’ll have to go but just in case.”

Right. Just in case.

Trihn handed over her phone, and he punched in his name and number. Before she could take it back, he clicked the Send button.

He smiled at her again. “Now, I’ll know it’s you,” he explained.

Yeah. Definite flutters.

She glanced down at the screen. “Preston.”

“That’s me. And you are?”

“Trihn.”