“You know, I think in an alternate universe, we could be friends. You with all that sass, absolutely no filter, and—” I cut him off before he can continue. “And you with your dry personality and clear obsession with me?” He smiles again, and this time it’s more genuine, with all his straight white teeth and full lips. “Yeah, something like that.” He looks me over, top to toe—or at least what he can see from where I’m sitting—and that smile goes lazy in a way I feel through my whole body.
