What was his problem with this question?
“Why would I miss you?”
Darnell tilted his head, studying me. I tried to even my heartbeat, but it wasn’t working and he smiled, knowing fully well I was lying.
“You don’t have to lie.”
My teeth clenched. “Why are you following me? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I yelled.
He started walking, coming over the counter. Slowly, he moved toward me, and I forced myself to stand still even though everything in me was screaming to move back.
He stopped in front of me. I didn’t break eye contact. Neither did he.
“You’re the one…” His hand reached for a strand of hair on my face. “…who’s following me.”
An electric wave passed through me when his finger brushed my skin. He tucked the strand behind my ear. I didn’t know why I was still standing the
