As I turn away from the counter, I nearly scream at the sight of Jack walking into the kitchen. I freeze in place, expecting him to say something to me. Instead, he does just the opposite. He walks right past me as if I don’t exist. My mouth opens, silently watching him as he opens the fridge to retrieve something to eat. I’m dying to speak to him, and I have so many questions, but this is truly the first time he and I have been alone together since the night at the club.
