“Rhode…” She tries to step back, but I tighten my arm. I’m not letting her go. “You shouldn’t be hugging me like this.” “Like what?” I smirk, trying to look arrogant even though it feels like someone pulled a ripcord in my throat. “Like I still want you? Like I want to know if you decided to walk the stage at graduation? Like you’re the only thing that’s been on my mind for the past few weeks?”
