Juliette’s POV:
I laid in bed that night, tossing and turning because sleep had decided to avoid me almost like a plague.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see and feel, was the weight of Bryan’s hot stare, the way his voice made me feel… the way it had dropped when he asked if I wanted Dorian to do something.
I could’ve sworn I saw something like anger and jealousy flash through his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared so I was probably imagining it.
His Voice echoed through me like a song set on repeat, one with a melody i was almost too afraid to admit that I liked..
But what did he mean Dorian wanted to transfer? Was he running again? Or did he just incredibly disliked me so much that he didn’t even want to be around me?
I can’t lie, it did hurt my f
