17
LILY
My slow amble into Shadow’s Lounge halted like I’d hit a brick wall.
Scott.
Sitting with Blaine.
Sure my mind played tricks on me, I took in Scott’s steady gaze—almost horrified widened eyes.
Blaine grinned at me like I was a burst of sunlight through gray clouds.
Scott swallowed so damn hard I could see his throat working from across the lounge.
Shame slammed into me like an eighteen-wheeler.
They’re going to think I’m a whore...
My stomach turned inside out, but another thought rushed into my brain, giving me whiplash.
Had the two guys played me?
Gaze flitting back toward Blaine, I noted his flushed cheeks, the same shyness and excitement I’d seen every time we’d been together.
No way in hell he’d been faking those emotions.
So, what the f**k?
Lips pressed tightly
