Avery's POV

We got to the restaurant—it was Reflex, one of the best spots around the school.

Jameson pulled out a chair for me to sit. "You look extraordinarily beautiful today, you know that, right?" he said.

"So you mean to say that I don't look beautiful every time?" I asked.

"Well, I don't always look at you," he lied.

I laughed and was about to speak, but he raised a finger, signaling that I shouldn't say anything.

"I know what you want to say! You want to say that I'm lying, right? Maybe you caught me a few times, but I only stare at beautiful people."

I didn’t know...