HANNAH
“W
hat do
you mean you ‘don’t want to date me’?” James’ harsh, accusatory tone made me flinch, and my lungs shuddered in a deep inhale. Staring at my feet, I frowned as I tried to think of something to say.
“I just… don’t want to. I do like you, James- but I don’t want a relationship.” My eyes ached to glance down the hallway, hoping someone would come rescue me from this confrontation. No one was there, and if they were, they kept their mouths shut and gazes averted. Pursing my lips together, I stiffened when James’ boots entered my field of vision.
“Then what do you call what we’ve been doing?” The roughness in his voice betrayed his stony expression, and I left my breath out through my nose. Cotton thickened my tongue, and James’ intense gaze bored into the crown of my skull
