TESSA
I didn’t look away from him.
Not for a second.
Our eyes stayed locked together like we were challenging each other all over again, the silent war we’d been fighting since school.
This was how we had always been.
The only difference now was that this challenge felt far more intimate. Because this time, we weren’t arguing for grades or trophies. We were in a reckless little game of eye contact.
Kyle leaned back lazily on the couch, his blue eyes dragging over my face. I started moving my body, coming back to dancing.
I danced, feeling the music, and his striking eyes on me. Our eye contact game was still on. Neither of us were ready to give up.
My hands slipped into my hair first, fingers threading through the loose strands as the music pulsed around us. Slowly, I let them move
