The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 10

That evening, Alex insisted on lingering outside my dorm building.

"Do you think I'm better or Ryan is better?"

He stared into my eyes, suddenly asking this question.

Here it comes!

I immediately grew wary. The question every person with an ex gets asked!

But I couldn't turn it back on him because Alex had no exes.

I was his first girlfriend.

I didn't dare hesitate. "You're better, of course."

"So did you like him more back then, or do you like me more now?"

He narrowed his eyes, pressing further.

I fell silent.

Who did I like more?

I genuinely cared for Alex. Every day with him brought me joy, and I felt we were soulmates.

But young love burns with a special intensity, pure and untainted.

My brief hesitation was enough to upset Alex. His face fell.

I stood on tiptoe, trying to kiss him.

"Come on, of course I like you more."

He kept his hands in his pockets, refusing to lower his head for me.

He was a full head taller, and I couldn't reach him unless he bent down. Frustrated, I grabbed his collar.

I pushed him away and said helplessly:

"I got over him ages ago. It's ancient history."

Alex raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to something behind me as he smiled.

I turned to look in that direction.

Under the massive camphor tree stood Ryan in his black hoodie, watching us.

His fists were clenched tight.

I had no idea how long he'd been there.

Just when I thought he might approach, he suddenly turned and walked away.

His strides were long, making him look somewhat desperate.