His blue eyes smoldered with something I couldn’t read – dark and intense. Friends, I told myself. We were best friends. But friends didn’t look at each other the way we did. The past five days had been sweet torture. Sweet because I spent every waking hour with Maddox. Torture because I spent every waking hour with Maddox. Dancing… touching… breathing so close to each other’s lips… but reminding myself to pull away.
