Chapter 3

James and I went straight home. He was dressed in a loud, eye-catching outfit, his eight-pack abs fully on display.

"Claire, feel them," he teased, grabbing my wrist and pressing my hand against his abs.

"I swear, I didn't touch anyone that night. The moment you blocked my friend, I rushed straight back here," he insisted earnestly.

There was a stubborn glint in his eyes as he said, "Claire, admit it. You still care about me."

His words hit me hard. I realized that James couldn't really get over me.

I pushed him away, unimpressed. "You smell like alcohol. Go…