Lloyd had thrown me in the deep end. He knew I would never allow myself to sink. I looked up from my phone.
"Who gave you the right to go through my phone?" I asked.
"Mila, I—" Matthew said, running his hands through his hair. "It showed up on the screen, and I got curious."
"Well, curiosity killed the cat," I said, pushing past him. "Do not pull a detective on me, please."
I sat on my bed and plugged my phone into the charger. It was getting late, and I needed him to leave.
"I'm sorry, okay," he said, sitting too close to me on the bed.
"I think it's best you leave," I said, moving away from the pull of his hazel eyes.
"Mila, look at me," he begged. It was the voice he used when he knew he was losing. I had heard it before when—"M, look at me."
I looked up at him. A wave of emotions swept through me. Please, Matthew, don't. Not today. Do not bring up the past like this.
