“Her?” Cecelia sniffs. “She seems okay.”
My chest goes tight, making my words come out strained. “Yeah, she’s okay.” Vindictive as fuck, but I guess it takes one to know one.
Knox’s sister studies me for a second. “You could do better.” Then she pushes back her shoulders and points into the crowd. “I’m going to say hi to my friends.”
With that, she’s gone, leaving me alone to brood over the confession I just made to a fucking teenager.
Why the fuck did I say that? I can’t be in love with her. I haven’t even fucked her yet. Whatever feelings I think I have, they’re just me being sexually frustrated. I assume it’s love, because if it had been any other girl, I’d either have fucked her already or grown bored.
But Nim’s bound to us in sinister ways.
Is that why I’m so fascinated by her, even when I hate her this much?