What if it was me, what?
Lexie.
That morning I woke up immensely happy, either because things were starting to go well or because of the s*x last night. Anyway, she hadn't been this relieved in a long, long time.
I was on my way to meet Noah when the person I've tried to ignore all this time crossed my path.
Technically I would have bumped into Sam if he didn't know how to recognize his shoes, this was ridiculous. They were the shoes that I myself chose for him.
I go around it without looking at it
—Lex, can we talk? —She says returning to face me.
I sighed, I dared to look at him.
I could almost see in his gaze a trace of that Sam from before, but this time he wasn't going to fall. Because it was just an illusion of what I would one day expect of him, and I
