On the way to the library on the second floor, Rhys tried his best not to dwell on thoughts that would serve him no purpose.
So what if he was drawn to the fieriness that Ren constantly had on display around him? That was mostly out of hatred anyway. As far as Rhys knew, he was no masochist.
He probably just found it refreshing to be treated like that by anyone. Most other people just tiptoed around him, not even daring to look at him the wrong way.
And besides, Ren liked someone else.
Despite his best efforts, when he thought that, Rhys’ mind once again made him recall the irony of who that someone happened to be.
The entire time as well, the tingling in his fingertips never let him forget what he had done earlier, which had been without any conscious thought on his part.
If he focu
