I crouched. “You might not feel the pain now but you will eventually. You have to be on bed rest. There’s already so much—”
“Are you f*****g her?”
“Yes.”
Her lips pursed then she turned to the drawing. “Okay.”
No yelling. No screaming.
I sat on the floor opposite her. “Remy—”
“Can I f**k someone else?” She was looking at me again. “Blake? Buggy? Wolf?”
“You weren’t supposed to see anything—”
“Then don’t kiss her in the f*****g house.” She cut in. Her eyes turned glassy. She quickly wiped her eyes with her arm. “Is it nice?”
“I told you I was going to ask her out—”
Her face broke, her voice cracked. “You’re dating?”
“No.” I sighed. “This has to happen—”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“What I did today,” Each word felt like I was trying to rip myself apart. “Blake is going to notice someth
