I look over my shoulder when we get to the makeshift dancefloor. Mia is still watching us, her hand held over her cheek where I just hit her. I hope it hurts real bad.
Reid follows my line of sight when I keep staring at her.
"She hasn't changed one bit, has she?"
"Some people never change. Why is she with Asher?"
"I think they love each other."
"Oh, do they now?"
He shrugs while opening his arms for me and I hesitantly walk into them. His arm easily goes around my waist, and I place mine on his shoulder.
His dark eyes regard me for a long moment as we slowly move to the music. His fingers reach to tuck a stray strand of hair from my face, and I gulp at the contact. I don't know what it is with me but the way he looks at me, the way his fingers linger on my skin; the way he crad
