LIRA POV
I still hadn’t said a word since we got into his car.
The silence stretched like a rubber band pulled too tight. I could feel it, his side-glances, the way his fingers drummed against the steering wheel, how his mouth opened like he wanted to say something but didn’t.
I stared out the window, my jaw clenched, hands balled on my lap. I wasn’t just angry. I was humiliated. Embarrassed. And for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why I felt like crying instead of screaming.
We weren’t a real couple. We’d agreed on that. Friends, at best. Roommates in designer clothes. So what the hell was that back there?
How the hell was I supposed to face Leo again? That scene had been building for weeks, carefully constructed, timed, lit perfectly. And Damian had stormed in like a damn alph
