“Tell me, Lila. Should we pretend we meant nothing to each other? Pretend we didn’t break each other’s hearts?” His hands slid down the wall and stopped next to my hips. “Should we pretend we don’t still want each other?” I pressed my back against the wall, the violent beating of my heart so loud I could hear it pounding in my ears. “I don’t,” I whispered. “I’m over you.” “And I’m over you. I am so fucking over you, baby.” His gaze lowered to my mouth, and my lips parted, a small breath escaping. “I never think of you. You never cross my mind.” “I never think of you either.”
