I looked at him and looked away. Can’t get distracted right now. I have to see Paul and maybe try to explain what happened. Why I did what I did. He might be feeling like hell right now. I really went too far with keeping him from reading my mind. But the thing I didn’t regret was beating him for trying to act too controlling. He had zero rights to do that. But still, I had to talk to him. Not this excuse of a man.
With one glance at him, I went past him, but he caught my hand and pulled me back-closer to him, but not to closer like earlier. But close enough to make my heart beat like it was about to jump out of my chest.
We locked eyes for a while, then I looked away.
“Do you feel anything for my brother?” he asked.
“That’s none of your business,” I said and removed my hand from his
