“Do you mind?” I asked then. He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.” My heart stopped in my chest. Johnny’s face flushed and he shook his head. “I mean—” “It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s fine.” He looked at me with a pained expression and then exhaled heavily. Shaking his head, he tucked his lunch box back into his bag and rubbed his forehead.
