I should have known it wasn’t Sophie. She was still running errands. Why did it feel like Matt Sterling was checking me out? And why did I want him to take his shirt off? I shook away the thought and rolled my eyes. I wished I could rewind our encounter, wished I could have been a little nicer. My sarcasm had never developed an off button, or a filter. This is why no one ever wanted to take you out….besides Sean. I slumped down to the floor and picked through the Skittles, tossing the yellow ones across the room. That was more fun than reading the stack of books I’d been assigned. “Melody?” my sister walked into my office. “I come to bring you lunch and you’re eating Skittles off the floor?” “Matt Sterling knocked them off my desk.” “Matt Sterling?” she gasped. “Matt Sterling was here? Did you see his abs?
