It’s alright, Nessa tried to assure herself. Pretend it never happened.
But the scene replayed in her mind clearly. She saw Jordan's face—the scar over his left brow, his amber eyes almost a dark brown in the shade. And felt the tingle on the back of her hand again, wrapped by Jordan's hand. She realised again just how tiny her hands were compared to his.
“What are you going to wear for the dance?” Riley asked, sipping some fruit juice from a can. They were sitting on one of the wooden benches of the park. The one that was right below a huge tree whose name Nessa did not know. On other days, it provided them shade from the scorching sun but now it was naked with dry branches spreading out and the sky above was filled with grey clouds. A crow set perched on one swaying branch cawing dow
