" You used to have feelings for me?” He shook his head. She tossed her chalk onto the board’s shelf and turned away. “Excuse me, I’ve got to—” He swiped at her and barely caught her arm. “I didn’t have feelings for you.” He pulled her toward him despite her resistance. “Of course you wouldn’t.” Her poor lips were pressed so hard together they were shaking. “I still do, woman.” She stilled. “I still do.” Admitting "

― Melissa Jagears , Engaging the Competition (Teaville Moral Society, #0.5)