59

ADELINE

What the hell do I even say to that?

I just... stare at him. Like an idiot. My mouth opens, but no words come out.

Reid gives me this small, sad smile — dimples and all — and somehow that’s worse. It knocks the air right out of my lungs.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs. His thumb brushes lightly against my hand, like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. “I didn’t say it bec