Thalia stood in the kitchen, her hands working on autopilot as she washed the dishes. The clatter of plates and the distant sound of laughter from the ongoing party filtered in through the walls, but her mind was somewhere else. It kept drifting back to the moment earlier by the pool when she had seen Zev with that girl sitting on his lap, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
The image played over and over in her head like a broken record, making her stomach twist with a strange, unfamiliar feeling. She didn’t understand why it bothered her so much—why her chest tightened at the sight, why her heart had skipped a beat, and why she had felt an ache she couldn't name.
What did you expect? she thought bitterly, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink. He’s not yours. He never was.
Tha
