¬ FASHIRE
Oh, Crud.
I clenched my jaw.
There was no getting out of this. She knew. Yet why was she always acting as if this was a first?
And the way she acted at times… caused a familiar annoyance to rise from within. I had no problem with this. Whether she knew or not, I wouldn't care—I wasn't supposed to care. This was to be my retribution for everything, but these feelings were not fading anytime soon no matter how insignificant I tried to make it seem.
And with this treatment… I became angry.
I shouldn't worry. She wouldn't do anything.
I shouldn't worry?!
"You are incredibly naive," I gritted out, turning my head to glare at her.
Her eyes widened. My chest tightened at her expression and I despised myself even more.
And her.
