#Chapter98
/"I suppose, bye, then./" I answer softly, close to tears. I let Christian tug me away, obviously realizing that I can’t do it myself, throwing a casual wave and smile and acting like he owns me as Arrick watches me go. Throwing me one last look as our eyes connect, and for a mere second, I swear I catch a hint of raw unguarded regret and a subtle sigh. Arrick looks hurt, maybe. His eyes lose focus on me, his brows dip for a moment as he frowns and seems to lose that façade momentarily, a slight sag in his posture, but then it’s gone, and I’m being ushered out of the restaurant by Christian and into the afternoon sun and fresh zingy air.
/"He’s far sexier in person. Damn, I would tap that ass if he played for my field./" Christian cuts into my thoughts of imprinting Arrick’s voice and face to memory, whether I want to or not, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.
