I never want to hear anyone say I’m not a woman of my word. The next day at school I avoid Oryn as if he’s the sole carrier to the deadliest disease in the world.
I catch quick glimpses of him before skirting in the opposite direction. He said he wanted a week—for what I don’t know—but I can’t give him that. Not anymore. I never thought I could.
I shouldn’t right?
I have a boyfriend, a fiancé for heaven's sake. I can’t just…I don’t know.
“Earth to Lia,” Eugene taps my shoulder before spinning me around to face him. There's a huge grin on his face he obviously can’t read the air of nausea surrounding me. Nausea brought on by his suddenly doting attitude. “Did I tell you I love you today?”
Yes, I want to point out, a total of three times in fact. But I bite my tongue
