That probably had him in a cold sweat right now.
Alfred assumed I was jealous over the kiss. But I couldn't have cared less.
I didn't look at his messages. I just smiled and swept my gaze across the room.
"I'm getting married next week. I just haven't had the chance to tell everyone yet."
Dead silence.
Alfred's hand froze mid-air. His head snapped toward me.
For the rest of the evening, his body stayed coiled tight, his gaze drifting to me again and again when he thought I wouldn't notice.
I laughed and chatted with other classmates like nothing had happened. When the reunion finally wound down and I stepped outside to call a cab—
A hand shot out and pulled me into the shadows.
I opened my mouth to scream, but then I caught it: that familiar scent of pine.
Alfred.
"Well, well. Our little Maria's learned how to lie."
His gaze swept over me, half-scrutinizing, half-amused.
"What, just because I haven't come to see you for a few days?"
"Is that really worth throwing a tantrum? Making up some story about marrying someone else, right to my face?"
He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "Or is this your way of telling me you want us to get married?"