I stared at him like he had grown two heads, maybe three—and one of them was whispering the confessions of a century into my very shocked ears.
"What is it? What the hell do you mean by that?"
Claude didn't flinch. Of course he didn't. He could probably face a dragon and not blink. And yet, the words he had dropped—like a dagger casually tossed, hitting the apple above my head—had sliced through the air between us.
"You seemed to misunderstand me…" His eyes locked on mine again. "You were bothered when you believed I didn't like you. I don't buy your reason. So, I asked again. Why?"
His voice emphasized the last word. Seeing him look at me with an inescapable gaze, I gulped. I blurted out it was because of our friendship, but…how do I put it? How can I answer him honestly when I, myself, couldn't be honest?
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened for a moment. "Why? When you're promised to someone already?"
I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
