Ryhsand's POV
Why did I do that? I thought, as my leg carried me out of the kitchen and towards my room, ignoring the shocked stare I was sure Bridgette was currently throwing at me.
The move was dismissive, my actions stupid, I knew, but still I couldn't curb the fumes of annoyance spreading through my chest like wildfire.
I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way, well maybe I did. Maybe it was the way she dismissed me, the way she grew cold towards me like she wanted the kiss we shared a few hours ago to be forgotten, like smoke. Like It never happened.
Not that I wanted it to. Who would want that? She wasn't even a good kisser, I scoffed, turning towards my room door.
‘Lies’ a tiny voice in my head sounded out. Exhaling tightly I brushed my fingers through my hair, my nails
