
- Whatever. - Her jaw tightened. - Go flirt with whoever you want. I'm sure you'll find someone who doesn't care. - You don't mean that. - He looked at her, eyes stormy, unreadable. - I'm not doing this. - He muttered. Just like that, and before things got even worse, he turned around and walked away, hurt. She stood there, arms still folded, but now for protection instead of pride. She hated the way her chest ached. Hated even more that he was right.All Rights Reserved