Escuché los pensamientos de mi enemigo

I tripped into my rival’s arms—and kissed him. He teased me for throwing myself at him. But I heard his thoughts: “Ten years. I finally got to kiss you.” The guy I’d fought with for a decade had been crushing on me all along. Mind reading has no off switch. Now we’re sharing a bed on a business trip. He keeps getting closer. I keep trying to escape. Then a woman flirts with him, and I hate it. Wait. Why the hell am I jealous?