By the time they reached the street where their paths split, Myra felt the weight of unspoken words pressing between them. It wasn't like their usual conversations—filled with sarcasm and quick-witted remarks. This was different.
Charged.
She could still feel the faint ghost of where his shoulder had brushed against hers, and for some reason, it was all she could think about. Which was stupid.
"So," Arjun said, breaking the silence, "this is the part where you pretend today never happened?"
Myra scoffed. "Why would I do that?"
He gave her a look. The look—the one that said he saw right through her.
"Because it's easier," he answered. "For you. For us."
Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. "Why do you care?"
Arjun's smirk faltered, just for a second. Then, he did something un
