Hugo stood awkwardly in the middle of his room, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
His heart thumped so hard it felt like it was trying to escape his chest. His expression? Cold and unreadable. But inside? Inside, he was absolutely losing it.
'What is she going to say to me?' he thought, glancing at Lily, who was fidgeting by the door.
Her hands twisted nervously, and her gaze darted to the floor like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.
She had gone on two dates with him since they knew each other. They've had a bike ride, a dinner date, evening walks—everything.
But during Truth or Dare? Every time something about him came up, she just kept drinking! It stung, honestly. He thought she wasn't interested.
'So why did she stop me from leaving earlier? What does she even want to say now? Is she finally going to tell me she has a boyfriend or—oh no.'
A new wave of fear hit him. His brain spun out of control.
