I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, spreading to my cheeks, and I hated it. No, scratch that—I loathed it. My chest thudded like I had just run a marathon, and all because of a stupid smile.
Would you look at that, I thought, almost bitterly. So, this is all it takes to turn me into a blushing mess? A smile? God, Camila, you’re so f*****g easy.
Ethan glanced at me, still grinning as he held the coffee like it was a rare treasure, and I knew I had to get out of there before I embarrassed myself further. I cleared my throat, “Well,” I started, my voice wobbling just a little as I tore my gaze away from his stupid, beautiful face, focusing instead on some random crack in the pavement like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “I should get back to class. Lunch break is al
