VIOLETTA
Cassian didn’t immediately put me down.
His blue eyes held mine with amusement dancing in them. It looked like he was about to say something… but chose not to.
“I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day,” I said, breaking the silence. “I just want to go home.”
He simply nodded and put me down.
It has been how days now? Barely forty-eight hours and in that short while, I have been publicly humiliated, now fake-dating the captain of the rival hockey team, and kissed him three times.
I’m trying to catch up.
And somehow this man looks so unshaken as though none of it was a big deal. We hadn’t even made it a week into our fake relationship and my head was all over the place.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking the comfortable silence.
Shit.
I didn’t even have to look
