~Maeve~
“Do you want to break up, Maeve?”
“What?” I ask, appalled. That hadn’t even been the first thought I had. Sure, I might have considered it, somewhere in the back of my mind, but no. I don’t want to break up. Where is this even coming from?
“I asked if you wanted to-”
I had heard him the first time, so I put my hand up to stop him. “I heard you. That question was rhetoric, Eli.” Somehow, despite the question he had just put between us, Eli is as collected and serene as ever. Is it that easy for him?
“Well, do you?”
Shaking my head, I run my fingers through my hair. “No, Eli. But, by the looks of it, it looks like you do.” He doesn’t deny it and because I am feeling so scrutinized under his unwavering gaze, I keep my eyes on the food. Playing with my food, I
