I couldn’t think of a single thing to say as I stood there drowning in the silence, struggling for breath while my head throbbed and Zach leaned closer. And closer. His hand reached toward my face, and for the second time that semester I froze. His finger brushed a strand of my hair away from my eyes, but then he pulled back as if he’d felt a shock. His hands slid into his pockets. His gaze fell to the floor.
