“Do you…” he started.
I raised a brow. “Do I what?”
He swallowed. His jaw tensed. “Did you… feel something that day?”
I froze.
My stomach dropped.
What.
“What day?” I said, playing dumb.
“In the alley,” he said. “When I—when we…”
I took a very big step back. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m just asking,” he said. “I need to know if I imagined it. Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. About you.”
My jaw dropped. Again.
I didn’t know whether to scream, laugh, or run. Maybe all three. This had to be fake. A trap. Some twisted Alpha ego game.
“Can you and I…” he hesitated, voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “Can we get to know each other? A fresh start. Between you and me?”
I blinked. Once. Then again. Did I hear that right?
My brain froze for a whole beat. My mouth
