Howie Day You And I Collide Novels & Stories

No smug expression. Nothing. And that bothers me more than anything. Seeing this, ethan leans close and whispers. “He just saved your ass there.” “I didn’t need his savings,” I breathe. “You did,” he tease. “And you know it.” I don’t answer. Because he is right. The rest of the day feels off. I keep working, but my focus keeps breaking. Every time Fredrick walks past my desk or answers someone’s question across the office, I notice. And I hate noticing.