Tessa.
I froze.
I literally blinked, like my brain was trying to reboot. But when my vision cleared, nothing changed.
She was still there. He was still there. Her hand was still on top of his.
He gave her this soft look I’d seen a thousand times—on my mom’s face.
My stomach dropped.
No, I thought. No way.
For a second I thought I might throw up. Or pass out. Or both.
Then Tessa laughed, leaned in, and Mark ran his thumb over her hand.
And they kissed.
