Edward looks pointedly at me, refills his coffee, and walks out.
Heat crawls up from my chest to my neck. I try to play it cool, ignoring Lauren's wide eyes.
On my way back to my office, I detour to the bathroom and dab my chest with a wet paper towel.
It's one thing to think about how much I loathe Edward.
It's another thing to voice those thoughts aloud.
And for him to fucking hear me?
Must be karma.
Unfortunately, I get hit with a second dose of it when I exit the bathroom and run right into him.