Chapter 82 Confused Feelings

Alicia Davenport As soon as I got home, I dropped my purse onto the dresser, kicked off my heels, and collapsed onto the bed face down. And then, I screamed into the pillow. What the hell was wrong with me? This was not supposed to happen. I shouldn’t be thinking about Nicholas like this. I shouldn’t be replaying the way he looked at me at the boutique, the way his eyes had softened just a little when I tried on that dress. I felt his stare, and I had to pretend like it didn’t make my stomach flip. I was losing my mind. No, scratch that—I had already lost it. And the worst part? I didn’t pick his dress. I had purposely chosen another one—because what, I wanted to annoy him? Or was it because deep down, I knew that if I had picked the one he suggested, I would be admitting that I wanted to please him? I groaned and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. Maybe it was because I had been spending too much time with Nicholas. Maybe I just needed to reset my mind—to remind