“Bailey.” Mack was there, stopping her by placing a hand against the door, using his weight to keep it closed. Their eyes locked, and the air between them seemed to get sucked out of the room.
“Mack.” Her tone held a mix of worry and pleading.
He swallowed hard at the way she said his name, as though she needed something, but he wasn’t sure what to give her.
“I’m here if you need me . . . for anything.” He wanted to say so much more, but he felt anything else would be unwelcome to her.
“Thanks . . . maybe I’ll see you later.” But he heard the goodbye in those words.
She turned the doorknob, and he stepped back, letting her go. As she entered the hall, he tried one more time to say what lay in his heart.
“I wish I had kissed you that night after prom.”
She half turned, her eyes holdi
