The hand on my shoulder was warm and firm. For a second, I thought it was Layla coming back. My heart jumped as I turned around.
It wasn’t her.
It was Scott.
My throat closed up.
The moment our eyes met, memories hit me hard. The kiss we once shared. The way I used to want him, still wanted him, no matter how much I hated it.
His eyes locked on me, sharp and unreadable. But the small twitch of his lips told me he had seen more than I wanted him to.
“Planning something, Harper?” His voice was low, almost teasing, but with that mocking tone he always used, like I was some pathetic puppy still following him around.
I pulled my shoulder away. “What do you care?”
He smirked, folding his arms across his chest. His muscles shifted under his shirt, and I cursed myself for noticing. My hear
