Chapter 198

Annabelle

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, scrutinizing every detail as I hold up two different tops. The blue tank top makes my eyes pop, but the green t-shirt hugs my curves in all the right places. Why am I overthinking this? It's just another day of work, watching Ashlynn, cleaning up toys, making lunch. Except it's not just another day, not since that kiss with Nolan.

The kiss that's been replaying in my mind for the past two weeks.

I toss both options onto my bed and dig through my closet again. This is ridiculous. I'm a professional nanny, not a lovesick teenager. But the way his lips felt against mine, the way his hand cupped my face so gently yet possessively. The memory makes me groan. I knew if I ever let myself touch him, it would be over with.