“Sorry. I wasn’t looking,” Timothy mumbled, looking down at me with a strained expression. I bent down to retrieve my phone, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "It’s fine."
Timothy knelt down to help me collect my phone, our hands brushing against each other as we reached for it simultaneously. My heart raced at the fleeting touch, and I quickly withdrew my hand, feeling my face grow even warmer.
"No, it isn’t," Timothy said, his eyes suddenly intense. "I should have been more careful." I couldn't help but frown at the obvious reference in his statement. "Yeah."
I couldn't stand to look at him, not after everything. His digitalized face was already plastered around the internet and the town. Having him here, up close, was overwhelming.
He took a step closer, his frown deepening. "I'
