He stands taller, chin lifted,
that crooked grin rebuilding. “Honest?”
“Sincere,” I counter, dropping my head to the side. “Persistent, too.”
“Only when desperate,” he says, stepping closer.
“And passionate…” I hum.
Elle glares. “You two make me sick. What a waste of breath.”
But I’m wrapped up in Andrew,
caught up in the way he’s looking at me.
His next word comes with a grin snuck into every syllable.
“Dangerous.”
I bite my lip. “Thoughtful… ”
“Stimulating,” he murmurs,
edging closer. “And so unapologetic.”
I raise a brow. “Unshakable.”
“Insightful.”
“Tempting.”
“Irresistible,” he breathes.
It catches my next inhale. “Disarming.”
“Sexy,” he murmurs.
Heat grazes my skin.
“We’re still talking about you, right?”
He's smirking.
“I think we’re talking about us now.”
Elle scoffs.
I hear her. But I don’t see her.
I can’t look away from Andrew.
“Forget it,” she says?—
“You guys deserve each other.”
The door slams. The bell jingles.
Andrew’s still watching me,
