Ashton?

It had to be him. That silhouette—it was the same one I’d seen in the alley that night.

Last time, I blew it. I fell and missed my chance. Not this time. I took a step forward, but in my excitement, I completely forgot about my busted knee. And just like that, down I went, crashing face-first into the floor.

"Wow, if you wanted me to catch you, all you had to do was ask," Karl said, smirking as he reached down to help me up. ...