“Millie,” he says in a husky whisper. My throat feels really dry. He’s only a foot away from me. If I leaned forward, he would kiss me. I know he would. “Oh no! What happened?” At the sound of Nina’s voice, Andrew and I jump away from each other like we were lit on fire. I grip the broom so tightly my fingers turn white. “I dropped a glass,” I say. “Just, you know… getting it cleaned up.”

