Alex’s eyes are fixed on my face as he contemplates my words, and then his expression darkens. “I’ll deal with Nathan, and he’ll apologize to you for what he said.”
Jolted, I exclaim, “You overheard our conversation?!”
“We weren’t that far away,” Alex admits. There’s an odd emotion in his eyes that I find overwhelming. I look away.
“Whatever. I was heading to the lake, but I’ll just go back home now.”
“I’ll take you to the lake—”
“No.” I turn around, Nathan’s words still revolving in my head. “I’ll see you later.”
I’ve only taken a few steps when Alex pulls me back to him, his hand curled around my wrist. I slam into his chest, and he holds me there, looking down at me.
My heart skips a beat at how close we are, and for a second, I think about how easy it would be to go up on tiptoe
