CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
He hasn’t changed.
Not even a little.
Still devastatingly handsome. Still carrying himself with that careless confidence that used to make girls in college glare at me like I’d stolen something precious. The same sharp jaw. The same easy charm. The same player energy that once felt intoxicating and later became poison.
The same man my best friend betrayed me for.
The sight of him punches the air out of my lungs.
I feel it instantly, that old pull, mixed with disgust, mixed with pain. My heart doesn’t flutter; it clenches. Because attraction doesn’t always die when it should. Sometimes it just turns bitter.
I can’t let him see me.
Not like this. Not yet.
Panic sparks in my chest as instinct takes over. I turn sharply and hurry down the hallway, my footsteps lig
