Anna's POV
He's waiting for me after practice.
I come out of the pool building with my hair still wet and my bag over my shoulder, tired down to my bones from a hard set and a worse night's sleep, and he's there, across the road, leaning against the wall where the streetlight doesn't quite reach, and my whole body reacts before my mind catches up. The pull goes tight and hot. My heart lurches. And then the memory of two nights ago lands on top of it, the streetlight, the mistake, the flat cold voice telling me to forget him, and the hurt comes back so fast it steals my breath, and I stop dead on the pavement and just look at him.
"No," I say, before he can speak. "Whatever this is, no. You don't get to do this. You don't get to call it a mistake and tell me to forget you and then turn u
