MADELINE'S POV.
“Where’d that come from?” Jeremy asked, his brow raised in mock suspicion. Why did I even ask if he was gay? My face heated instantly.
“You know what?” I said quickly. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have… I didn’t…”
“You know you can talk to me about anything,” he smirked, leaning back slightly in his seat.
“And since when did you start stuttering when talking to me? Don’t tell me… you have something for me?”
I giggled, hitting his arm lightly. “I was just wondering because I’ve never really seen you with any lady and…”
“And then you assumed I’m gay,” he interrupted, rolling his eyes with that infuriating half-smile of his.
I sighed, wincing a little. “I’m sorry if you’re offended…”
“Since when did you even care if I was offended or not?” he countered, a teasing glint in
