ZOE
“Oh God,” I moaned, my voice muffled as I buried my face in my arm, gripping the sink with the other hand like it was the last thread of my dignity. “Please don’t look at me. Just pretend I’m not here.”
I’m going to kill Preston, for real. Or Ella. Or both of them.
Fuck. I’m going to bury their bodies.
“Trust me, I’m trying,” Blake replied, sounding so bored and deadpan that I wanted to scream.
I risked a glance up at his reflection in the mirror. He looked almost annoyingly passive, one eyebrow slightly raised as if he were observing something mildly interesting. “So… are you done yet, or is there more of this to go?”
I let out a strangled groan, burying my face back in my arm. “Please stop talking. I am begging you.”
His hand stayed on my back, annoyingly steady as I fought a
