Rhysand's POV.
“We're doing great, Mom. We've been bonding well. Right?” Bridgette asked me while putting on an obviously fake smile.
“Oh yes," I played along, and she looked away.
She couldn't make eye contact with me. I knew I was taking a toll on her.
She wasn't that bad afterall, that night had completely changed my perception of her.
After dinner, I found myself thinking about Brigette without even realising. The way her cheeks flushed red when I teased her, her warm hands on my chest and how she always gave quick responses to every comment or statement I made, especially ones she didn't like.
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“Thank you,” I said to Dave after he opened the door for me.
"Is Brigette not going to work?" I asked when we were settled in and the engine was alive, ready to drive out.
"She le
