CHAPTER 22.

What if it was me, what?

Lexie.

That morning I woke up immensely happy, either because things were starting to go well or because of the sex last night. Anyway, she hadn't been this relieved in a long, long time.

I was on my way to meet Noah when the person I've tried to ignore all this time crossed my path.

Technically I would have bumped into Sam if he didn't know how to recognize his shoes, this was ridiculous. They were the shoes that I myself chose for him.

I go around it without looking at it

—Lex, can we talk? —She says returning to face me.

I sighed, I dared to look at him.

I could almost see in his gaze a trace of that Sam from before, but this time he wasn't going to fall. Because it was just an illusion of what I would one day expect of him, and I had already kicked him off the pedestal on which I foolishly had him,

—It's Lexie —I looked him up and down— for you.