The lecture dragged on, but I couldn't focus. My pen hovered uselessly above the page while my eyes kept sneaking toward Leonel.
He was sitting all the way across the room, his arms crossed, gaze pinned on the board like the professor's words were the only thing that mattered. But I knew better. He was pissed. At me.
My chest squeezed. I hated the distance, hated that he'd chosen to sit so far away.
I tried to concentrate, but then like a punch in the gut something flickered in my head. A memory. Blurry at first, then sharp enough to knock the air out of me.
You started this.
Leonel's voice. His weight on me. His hand pressed against my chest.
I stiffened. What the hell? Did that really happen? Or am I imagining things?
I swallowed hard, forcing myself back into the present, but the image wouldn't leave. My pulse was racing by the time the bell rang.
