Rhys Pov
“How old are you?” I asked, trying to get him to pay attention to me. I admit, I probably took it too far earlier. There was just…I don’t know. I really liked teasing him. I liked the way he looked at me when he was angry, but I don’t think I liked how he looked at me when he wasn’t angry. A searching expression fluttered over his face, slightly shy. It made me feel like I was naked in a way that wasn’t just my body, but my soul. When he stared at me like that, it was like he was focused on me, just me, and no one else. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that gaze, how to think about it, and it was making me go crazy. So I kept teasing him, making him angry, because at least when he was angry…he wasn’t looking at me like that. No one’s ever looked at me like that before. Sage was st
