Ryan
Something was wrong, I could tell. Oh, pardon me, that wasn’t me saying I was having a feeling of doom, or like something bad was going to happen, but I knew something was wrong… with me.
Yeah, stay with me, I knew what I was talking about, because tell me just why I was staring at Jules and my heart was racing. What the hell was this?
She was standing in the hall, one leg raised by her side as she tried to remove her heels.
“I had fun with Harper, Ryan. Real fun, like I hung out with Mia.” She said out loud with a normal tone, but I heard those words as a whisper, because I was staring at her mouth.
“You made it sound like Harper was the high witch of the west, or however that is put.”
I blinked, forcing my eyes up from the curve of her lips. “I never said she was wicked,”
