Megan Blake POV
"Megan..." I notice how he scans me from head to toe.
His clear eyes, the ones I wished a thousand times would look at me for just a second, now swiftly travel over my entire body, finally reaching my face.
James Wallace is my dream, my platonic love, always has been.
"What are you doing here?" He raises an eyebrow in that particular way of his, indicating he’s not pleased I’m here.
Although a second ago, I could have sworn he looked at me like any other girl.
Universe, I don’t ask for much, and you never listen!
I don’t have my mom’s gift.
"I... came because Fran invited me." He frowns, and there’s that look again, his eyes scanning my body.
"Meg, you made it!" my best friend comes running down the stairs.
"Franchesca, no," James warns.
"What’s your problem, i**
