I shake my head in disbelief.“For someone older than me, you sure act like a child.”
His eyebrows shoot up, clearly offended.He bites his lip, running a hand through his hair—a habit I know all too well.
“What do you want, Cam?”he repeats, his voice quieter now.
“Answers,” I say firmly.“Why do you kiss me and then act like I don’t exist?Why do you avoid me like I’m some kind of disease?”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” he mutters.
I sigh, the frustration boiling over.“Forget I ever told you I had feelings for you.I’m with someone now, and thankfully, they don’t treat me like shit.”
For a moment, something flickers in his eyes—hurt, maybe?But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a forced smirk.
“Good for you,” he says, his tone flat.
“Yeah,” I snap.“Good for me.Maybe you should come back to the apartment and pretend none of this ever happened.I know I will.”
I stretch out a hand, forcing a smile.“Deal?”
Fox stares at my hand, his jaw tight.“Are you happy?”he asks suddenly, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.“With him, I mean.Are you happy?”
I hesitate, his vulnerability catching me off guard.But I force myself to nod.“Yes.I’m happy.”
"Who's he?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't give a fuck.I just want to know who he is."
“It’s none of your damn business.At least he’s nothing like you.”
His expression hardens, and he looks away.“Good for you, then.”
Without another word, I push past him and out the door.
“See you around, Fox,” I say over my shoulder, not waiting for a response.
30
Tangled Intentions
Irushbacktothe booth, and Leanne’s already sipping on a Coke, looking completely at ease.I grab my backpack and swing it over my shoulder, glancing nervously toward the restroom.We need to leave—now—before Fox comes back.
“We need to go,” I say, my voice sharper than intended.
Leanne looks up, startled.“What?Why?”
“Now, Leanne.”I tap my foot impatiently, glancing over my shoulder like I’m being chased.
She sighs, standing up slowly while holding her bottle of Coke.“You’re so dramatic,” she mutters, grabbing her bag and following me.
We make our way toward the exit, and the moment we step outside, I inhale a deep breath of cool air, trying to steady my nerves.
Leanne gives me a curious look as I lead her across the street, putting as much distance as possible between us and the café.
“You ruined it, didn’t you?”she asks, raising an eyebrow.
I avoid her gaze, my fingers tightening around the strap of my backpack.“I told him I’m seeing someone.”
