As a realization dawned on Ian Sinclair, his drooping eyes snapped wide open.
Her first heart-pounding moment in high school…
Was…
…him?!!!
He was floored.
'This can't be a dream.'
Under the table, Ian gave Dixon's thigh a hard pinch.
"OW!" Dixon suddenly shot to his feet, startling everyone. Dozens of eyes snapped toward him.
Dixon was about to curse, but seeing all the eyes on him, he swallowed his words and forced a smile. "My bad, my bad. Just bumped my leg, hahaha. I'm fine, nothing's wrong."
He waved his hands dismissively and sat back down, looking perfectly calm. In reality, the pain shooting up his thigh forced him to grit his teeth.
Ian blinked, his narrowed eyes instantly widening into star-struck saucers.
'That looked like it hurt. Wow, so this isn't a dream!'
The first thing Dixon did upon sitting back down was plot his revenge.
A vengeful hand snaked out under the table, only to be blocked by Ian before it could land.
