Chapter 12
HEATH
She follows me. Just as I knew she would.
I’m in the hallway before I hear her footsteps. Once I hit the isolated, stretch of carpet right before the elevators, she grabs my elbow just as I grabbed hers forty-eight hours ago.
But unlike me, she drops my arm just as quickly as she grabbed it, her movements quick, her fingertips releasing my skin just as soon as she feels it as I were a fire-stoked stove—hot to the touch.
I spin to face her. But when I do, I regret it. Her face is full of shock…and rage. Righteous indignation shines like a beacon from her azure irises and their ocean-colored depths are on fire, a blazing blue liquid that threatens to scorch my very skin.
I f*****g love it. I almost hate that I f*****g love it because I can’t stop the stupid smile from
