I raised a brow. “I didn’t snap at her, I snapped at all three of you. And let’s not forget, I have remote access to her computer. I’ve seen the group chat. You’ve been making fun of me. Again.”
He smirked, unbothered. “Whatever. Just tell me what happened.”
I sighed deeply before answering. “I confessed that I wanted her.”
Colton leaned forward, eyes sharp. “And?”
“She said she felt the same,” I continued.
He rolled his eyes, pretending to be bored. “So what’s the problem, then?” he asked, clearly impatient.
"She wanted the truth," I said.
"Then tell her," he answered directly.
“Like that’s easy?” I shot back at him.
“Honestly, I can’t think of a better approach than a sit-down,” he said. “Cyrilla’s smart. No matter how strange the truth is, she’ll understand.”
I crossed my arms
