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Brown isn’t inviting either.
Taking it out, putting the plate to the side, I take a tentative sip.
Chocolate.
It’s refreshing and yummy.
For the first time in days, I feel lighter.
“What’s that?” Rhys eyes the glass when I enter the living space.
“Oh, this?” The TV’s on. But what catches my attention is the two people sitting together, watching.
Katarina whispers in Dean’s ears and he smiles. It’s timid, small, barely noticeable.But he gives it to her.
He catches me looking at him. Eyes darkening with the same affection I’ve clearly come to love, but I look away.
Did he want me to push him away?
“Nova?” Rhys calls again.
“Yeah?” I look at him. Pretty sure he got a haircut. That, or he tied his hair back.
Rhys stares. “You okay?”
“Peachy,” my eyes fling back to Kat and Dean when I take the seat next to Rhys.
“You seem stressed,” Rhys says.
“Way to make a girl feel special,” I joke. My body is fuming. It grows hotter when I see what they’re watching. There are limits—boundaries you should never cross when you like someone. One of them is watching their favourite movie without them, especially if you’ve never seen it before.
Nadine’s right. I’ve been a way for Dean to pass time. He doesn’t care about me. He clearly saw the drink in my hand, he didn’t smile, didn’t mouth the way he usually does, and then he goes ahead and sits with another girl while I’ve spent my nights crying.
To think men control our society when they can’t control their egos.
“That’s not what I meant,” Rhys keeps going. What is it with men not having social awareness? I’m busy.
Getting mad at Dean doing nothing?
This isn’t nothing. This iseverything.
“You’re usually smiling,” he notes. “What changed?”
“I can’t always be smiling, Rhys.”
“Don’t I know it,” he sighs.
Where’s my manners? Rhys has been nothing but kind to me. “I’m sorry,” I turn to look at him. “I’m not good company right now.”
I feel green embers shooting down my back.
Screw Dean.
Screw him in all the ways that aren’t pleasurable.
“Which is fine,” Rhys leans forward on his knees and turns his head. “I just want to know if you have an answer for me now.”
He’s serious. More solemn than I’ve seen him. Bright blue eyes stare me down, his officer gives chills.
