I was on the verge of freaking out — mind spiralling — when Leanna gave me a knowing smile and said,
"You mean Cesar Blackwell? The only star football player at university? Tall, handsome, and rich Cesar? Is that who you mean?"
She finished with a teasing wink.
I just stared at her, caught completely off-guard, as she kept going, her tone light but her eyes sharp.
"You mean Cesar... the man you had a huge crush on?"
I was too quick to defend myself.
"I didn't have a crush on him!"
Leanna gave a deep, dramatic laugh.
"Please. Of course, you had a crush on him. Every female at university had a crush on him. And when I say every female, I mean every female — professors, teachers, janitors, cafeteria ladies — everybody had a crush on that man."
She was staring right into my soul. And suddenly, for a tiny second, I panicked. It felt like she knew.
Like somehow, she knew what happened five years ago. That buried, boxed-up memory that I never, ever let myself touch.
