“Never have I ever been in love.” His eyes meet mine, a starry night against snow-capped mountains. He doesn’t make a move toward his drink. But I do. Holding his gaze, I pick up my glass and drain its contents before placing it in the sink. Neither of us looks away from the other. I don’t think he’s breathing. For all he knows, I could be drinking for Salem or any other girl I’ve dated over the years, but I know I’m not.
I AM GUTTED!!!!!
