“You know what?” Reed spun back around and stalked toward me, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “Fuck it.” “Fuck it?” I blinked, spinning around to face him. “Fuck what?” “This. It’s stupid. You’re here, and I’m here, and we have history.” “Okay,” I breathed out. “I miss you.” My eyebrows hiked up, meeting my hairline. “I…miss you, too.” “Good. Have dinner with me tonight.” I went quiet. Oh.
