“You should go to the dance,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. The sound made my stomach flip. “I don’t have someone to go with.” Eyes flashing, he stepped into my personal space and grasped my upper arm, but his grip was gentle. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.” Goose bumps swept across my skin, emanating from his touch. “Is that… I mean, are you asking me?” “That depends,” he said carefully. “Are you saying yes?” We were standing so close, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. “I—yeah,” I whispered. “I think I am.” “Then I’ll be your someone, Jackie.”
