Michael Reese.
I couldn’t believe I was laughing, and with no one but Hayden Davis. I thought I’d blame him for every setback that led to where I was now, but seeing how terrible he looked, how careful he was around me, and how clumsy he was, a part of me must’ve sympathized with him.
I stopped laughing when I noticed his feverish glare on me. His butt was still glued to the ground after the fall, yet he didn’t get up, staring at me with a look of adoration. And instead of feeling flattered, I got creeped out.
“Need a hand?” I asked out of politeness and for him not to realize I was getting conscious of him. The last thing I needed was for him to get the wrong message. I might sympathize with him, but that didn’t mean I forgave him.
He cleared his throat, struggling as he stood up, so
