“Keep you happy? I should be saying that."
I countered, c*****g my brow.
"Same difference," he replied, with that same smug grin, and I could only roll my eyes, still catching my breath.
“You’re impossible,” I muttered.
“And you like it.”
I tried to hide my smile, but he was already walking backward toward the door, looking far too satisfied with himself. “See you tomorrow, Dana.”
But the next day, he wasn’t in class.
Not in his seat. Not anywhere I searched with my eyes. I glanced at the clock for the fifth time during my lecture, stumbling over my words more than once, with my phone remaining awkwardly silent on my desk between classes, no texts, no calls, nothing.
By afternoon, my chest was tight and by night, I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was late when I drove to his apartmen
