“You don’t know me anymore, Zayn. Stop acting like you do.”It’s messing with my head.
“But I do,” he says, so calm, so sure of himself.
I open my eyes and roll my head to face him. “It’s been ten years. Youknewme. People change.”
He shifts so he’s half facing me, half facing the TV, andextends an arm over the back of the couch so his fingertips nearly reach my bare shoulder. I will him to reach that little bit further and touch me, the skin on my shoulder tingling in anticipation, but he doesn’t.
“People don’t change that much.”
“You have.” I swallow. I didn’t even recognise him.
“Not where it matters.”
I scoff and resume flicking through movies.
“What’s my favourite colour, then?” I snap, ready to prove him wrong.
I can hear his cocky smirk as he answers me. “Yellow. The colour of sunshine.”
Irritated, I fire off another question. “Favourite book?”
“Harry Potter.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, not letting myself look at his gorgeous, smug face. “I’m a twenty-eight-year old woman with over a thousand books in my kindle library.”
“I’m sure.”
Fuck. “Fine, that was too easy. Coffee or tea?”
“Coffee.”
“You sound pretty confident considering I didn’t drink either back then,” I say, selecting a movie to read the synopsis.
“There’s a three thousand dollar coffee machine in the kitchen.”
I scoff. “Daniel bought that.”
“There’s fresh coffee beans beside it.”
“Fine, you’re observant. Number one thing on my bucket list?” I exit the movie and keep looking.
“Sunbake and eat tortellini on the Amalfi Coast.” Now I look over at him.
How did he remember that?
“I remember everything you told me,” he says, as though plucking the words straight from my head.
“How do you know I haven’t been to Italy since then?”
“A guess,” he says, his self-satisfied grin growing wider. “You’re terrified of flying.” Okay, maybe I haven’t changed that much in ten years.
“Who’s my celebrity crush?” I fire at him, turning back to the TV in an attempt to ease the tension between us.
“Zac Efron. And I still hate him for it.”
“What! I never told you that!” I give up on selecting a movie and turn to glare at him instead.
“You didn’t have to. I saw how you looked at him every time you made me watchHigh School Musicalat Anna’s house.”
