#Chapter64
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CLYVE
ONE THING I knew about Keene and Westley was they were not together. I meant they were not together like together. I could see how they looked at each other—no eye-fucking, Keene’s eating her up with his eyes, or exchanging dirty looks between them. They were not romantically involved.
Okay, that was enough of snooping around, Clyve. Why did I even care? And why in the hell do I feel like it’s a relief?
I watched them together while I was still in the cabin. Westley, Sindy, or if she was even that Sindy Kate. Although I was pretty sure she was the cam girl who was wrapping a blanket around Keene’s thin body right now.
/"Can you please stop staring at me?/" I blinked to her annoyed voice.
/"I-I’m sorry./" I stammered. I met her gaze and her brows were still knitting together. /"I was just thinking./"
