"Why do you want to know?" He finally breaks the silence.
I inhale his scent once more, and I listen to his sharp intake of breath. "I just want to know," I answer him.
I want to know because it would mean so much to me if it bothered you to see me with him. Again, I don't say those words out loud for him to hear. I say it in my mind and hope that one day I would have the courage to tell him the truth.
"Ares Prince. A known womanizer. Brother of Carter Prince, someone I'm not very fond of for obvious reasons. I wasn't upset with you, but I was upset about the situation. He's the last person I want to see you with." He answers me. "He's not good enough for you, Clarissa. He's an ass. He plays with the hearts of so many females, pretends to be interested in them, and moves on to anothe
