#Chapter 48: Kiss of Life

Aria The whole place felt a little… personal, like some kind of romantic date setting. Only I was with Darren, my boss, who was leading me toward a table overlooking the city. He slid off his coat, handing it to the attendant, before taking mine too. His hands brushed my shoulders as he slid my jacket off for me, and I was glad to have my back turned so he couldn’t see the flush in my cheeks. Then, he pulled out my chair for me. “Thank you,” I murmured, trying not to seem too awkward as he sat across from me. “I thought you might appreciate the view.” And he was right—the city lights stretched out below, and in that moment I realized that I’d never actually seen the city from this angle. It was… beautiful. But the view just made my heart pound even more. Because I still didn’t know why he had taken me here. Before I could ask why we’d come here, the waiter returned with a rather expensive-looking bottle of wine, which he uncorked and poured in