CHAPTER THIRTY
“I can’t believe she thought we were a couple,” I chuckled, trying to play off it as coolly as possible. Heck, I would be lying if I said I was over my intense crush on him. Who in their straight mind will be over a hunk she keeps hanging out?
“Yeah,” Malcom barely glanced at me as he navigated the car out of the parking lot of the bookstore.
Since the moment Sheila assumed we were a couple, Malcom had been weirdly quiet and a part of me hoped maybe he was a tiny bit attracted to me too. However, the sad reality that he had been the one to admit he wanted to get into my panties and he had been the one to only want to be friends. If he had been interested in me, by now he would have given me a sign but the sad reality was that, I was going to be that girl who spends
