Isabella
I followed him and that was the most concerning part of this entire situation.
Not the almost-fall, not the fact that I had spent several seconds pressed against Dylan's chest like my body had forgotten the concept of personal space and not even the fact that I had admitted I didn't hate him.
No.
The concerning part was that after all of that, I was still following him, which was suspicious behavior, very suspicious, especially considering I still didn't know where he was taking me.
"You're awfully quiet." His calm tone pulled me back to the present.
“Yeah?” I glanced toward him. "That sounds like an accusation."
"It was an observation."
"Mm." I hummed. "Which means it was definitely an accusation."
A faint hint of amusement crossed his face as he said. "I've missed you
