Sydney
“You don’t listen, do you?”
I stood completely frozen where I was, forgetting to breathe, then remembering, then forgetting again.
My heart slammed hard against my chest, loud enough that I was sure he could hear it.
A voice screamed loudly in my head.
We didn’t move.
His arm was still around my waist. My body pressed against his too close—so close I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine.
Close enough that his breath brushed my face every time he exhaled.
Breathe Sydney.
His cologne wrapped around me, thick and distracting.
I wanted to disappear.
“You don’t listen, do you?” he repeated. But it took me a second to realize he’d already said those words before.
“Wha…what?” I managed, hating how my voice stuttered.
“You’re with Dean,” he said, his eyes
