Chapter 64

Vincent had left, but his words just wouldn't stop circling in Charisse's head. What exactly did Elliot feel about her now? Did he really still… have feelings for her? The second the thought crossed her mind, her heart gave a weird flutter, like someone gently knocked on it and suddenly there was this warm, tingly ache bubbling up. "Don't overthink it," she muttered to herself. "No way, not possible." Vincent was obviously trying to stir things up. Trusting what he said? Yeah right. Maybe it was his nonsense earlier in the day that messed with her mind, 'cause that night in her sleep, she started dreaming about the past. She'd gotten love letters ever since she was a kid—some on fancy cards hidden in gift boxes, some etched on jewelry hung from a Christmas tree, even projections on walls with a custom projector, and one scribbled on the back of a star-naming certificate... But the one she remembered clearest, down to every single word and punctuation, was from when she was fifteen. It