Dad defended me tonight yes.
But Adrian?
Adrian looked at people who hurt me and became dangerous.
Not annoyed.
Not irritated.
Dangerous.
And honestly?
Some broken part of me still couldn’t fully process that somebody loved me enough to get angry on my behalf.
His hand moved to my cheek slowly.
Thumb brushing lightly across my skin.
“I meant every word I said.”
My chest tightened embarrassingly fast.
“You called me the best person at the table.”
“You were.”
“You said I was graceful.”
“You are.”
“You said—”
“I know what I said.”
God.
That stupid warm feeling again.
I looked down quickly before my emotions became embarrassing in public.
Too late probably.
Then suddenly Adrian tilted my chin upward slightly.
“What?”
“You’re crying.”
I blinked immediately.
“Oh.”
Trai
