And worse?
That same part wanted to hear more.
“So you’re suddenly obsessed with me for no reason,” I snapped, taking a firm step back, “and I’m the one who has to deal with the consequences of it?”
He froze.
“Mister,” I added, my voice sharper than it’s ever been, “stop your delusion. Whatever it is you’re feeling? It’s one-sided. I don’t harbor any feelings for you. Not even attraction. I don’t even know you, and what I do know is more than enough for me to say—I’m not interested.”
I could see it hit him.
His jaw clenched, his brows furrowed like he was trying to swallow a storm whole. And for a second, I thought he might explode. That same wild energy I’d seen in the alley, when I slapped him—when I felt threatened—was flashing in his eyes now. Rage. Confusion. Hurt.
If this was
