I froze mid-step, my heel hovering over the marble floor as her words sank in.

I could feel my pulse hammering under my skin. We were just talking about him a minute ago, so what was this reaction?

“You’re shaking,” Gianna noted, her tone careful.

I was. I was really shaking. Why? What the fuck was happening?

“You’re not ready to face him,” Gianna answered the unspoken question and my head got a little lighter.

I turned to her slowly. “You think?”

She nodded. “With the way he left earlier, it’s only normal that you’re feeling this way. That means you feel something towards him.”

“Of course I do,” I...