Angela froze the moment he stepped into the classroom. A cold shiver crept down her back like ice water. She wished someone—anyone—would barge in and interrupt them. But even if they did… would it stop Hiro? Yesterday, only Kaito and Taros had been able to pull him back.
"Well, well… look who we have here," Hiro's voice filled the silent room as he strolled in, eyes gleaming like he already knew her thoughts. He walked right up to her and perched casually on the desk in front of hers. "How are you, Angel?"
Angela narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the way her stomach twisted. She cleared her throat, refusing to show fear. "You left me in perfect shape last night, so yeah… I'm fine."
"Ouch," Hiro laughed softly, leaning back with a grin. "I wish a girl had said that to me. Would've meant a lot more." His smile didn't reach his eyes. For a moment, he closed them, like he was replaying something in his head. Whatever it was, she didn't want to know.
