TESSA.
“Is that a yes?” Jaxson’s voice came low, his eyes fixed on mine like he already knew the answer.
I turned around, pretending like I hadn’t heard him. “No,” I said flatly, already walking off.
“Then what was that?” he asked, his tone laced with that teasing edge he always used when he wanted to get under my skin.
“It was nothing,” I muttered, not slowing down.
But before I could make it past the hallway, a hand caught mine. I barely had time to breathe before he spun me around and pressed me against the wall. The sound of footsteps and whispers filled the space. Students walking by slowed down, some stopping outright to stare.
My heart jumped against my ribs. “What are you doing?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes didn’t move from mine. He didn’t answer. Inste
