MIYARA
I swallowed, then turned around. He had walked closer, helmet under his arm.
“Someone spiked my drink,” I muttered under my breath, hoping he’d hear me. His eyes lingered on my face, gaze holding me in place.
“Yeah, I figured. You started acting strange twenty minutes after taking it.”
His expression changed instantly. “Don’t worry, she won’t be trying it again.
I rubbed the back of my neck, my face feeling like it was on fire. Suddenly, the designs on the pavement seemed very interesting.
“It was a mistake,” I said quickly.
“A mistake huh?”
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
“Still a pretty good one.”
I looked up and instantly regretted it. That look on his face suggested he pretty much enjoyed it.
“I haven't stopped thinking about it,” he said, taking two steps
