"Wait." His fingers circled my wrist.
"That's it? That's all I get?"
"I need air."
"Who's Air?"
"..."
I wrenched free and slammed the door, burying myself in blankets.
A high school confession?
No freaking way.
That stone-faced rank-stealer who'd snatched my top spot with his permanent scowl—liked me?
But those stolen thoughts...
—'Her waist is so slim.'
—'I want to kiss her.'
Too real to be fake. I muffled a scream into my pillow.
That scheming bastard.
Pulling this amnesia stunt just to weasel into my home, playing the perfect servant with that damn poker face while thinking those—
My phone buzzed. Olivia's message glowed:
Girl, class reunion this weekend. Rumor says Ethan's coming.
Fingers trembling, I typed: He claims he's liked me since high school.
Her video call ex
