I’m not sure how to react to Spencer’s words, so I clear my throat, looking out the window, pretending to analyze his new house’s exterior.
I don’t understand what’s going on with him—with us—lately.
Why is Spencer trying so hard to get back into my life, kissing me and willing to be punched for it? What is all of this supposed to mean?
I know how I feel about him, and I know I shouldn’t feel like this anymore, not after so long. But does that mean Spencer feels the same way? Does he still have feelings for me?
It can’t be…
Seven years is a lot of time. Too much for someone to hold onto feelings that are supposed to be long gone.
I’m one to talk, but I’m different from Spencer. I never thought he could still nourish feelings for me after we broke up in such an ugly way. For all I k
