“Yup, a very well-known supermodel.”
It was Bryce. He took the will to cut the staring contest happening between us just a moment ago.
And I’m relieved, very relieved.
“What’s wrong? You didn’t recognize her fully?” His eyes are now focused on Genevieve’s aunt, and her aunt is looking back and forth between me and Bryce.
And oh, I forgot to mention. Bryce is sitting on the seat just in front of me.
The way that his lips is looking like it’s about to give a mischievous grin, is giving me a strong feeling that he will now start to try pushing my buttons until I explode and ruin the whole night for everybody.
This is what he’s good at. Even without saying a single f*****g word, he is capable of triggering every fiber of my being whenever that he wants to. He’s capable of sending me the
