“It’s a palindrome. Means it’s spelled the same way forward as
backward.”
“I know what it means.” Adam’s smile was
back, and the intensity in his gaze made me blush. “I’m impressed
you do, too. And here I thought you were just another pretty
face.”
There was nothing pretty about me. But
because he watched me so closely, waiting for some sort of answer,
I shrugged and resisted the urge to push up my glasses. “I’m an
English major.”
That earned me a grin. “And he dodges the
play.”
I ducked, unsure of what it was he wanted me
to say. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool,” Adam told me. “You’re obviously
not interested—”
“I am,” I said, a little too quickly. I
wasn’t sure if he meant what Imeant, but God knew I wanted
to find out. “I’m sorry—”
Adam nudged my foot with his. “Stop saying
that already,” he told me with a laugh. “You won’t hear me
apologize for hitting on you.”
I bit back another sorry, my body