~Maeve~
“Eli!”
The said man’s eyes snap from lingering on the form of Dylan on my couch to meet mine, his blazing green eyes shooting lasers into my boring brown ones with an inkling of accusation. With the way he’s looking at me, there is a weird lump that forms in my throat that’s motivated by guilt before I force myself to remember that I have done nothing wrong. Sure, Dylan and I might have gotten a little handsy and to sleeping on the same couch, again, but I haven’t done anything to warrant Eli’s apparent exasperation. Not that, he can anyway, given that we had called it quits a couple of days ago. When he continues to bore his eyes into me, I begin to shift uncomfortably, crossing my arms in front of me.
“Hey,” I try again. “What are you doing here?”
Before Eli can
