Lilith’s Pov
I don’t even know why I asked Zoey that question. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I should’ve kept it to myself, acted like I never saw anything at all. But how do you sit on the edge of something so wrong and pretend like it’s not shaking the ground beneath you?
And now, here I am. I asked. And she’s staring at me like I just stabbed her in the back.
“What are you talking about?” Zoey snapped, her brow tightening.
“You know what I’m talking about,” I said, my voice low. “When I was coming upstairs, I saw you… kissing a man that’s not Nolan.”
She scoffed and crossed her arms. “Oh, so now you caught me. What—are you trying to lecture me?”
“No,” I said quickly. “That’s not it. I just… I just want to know if you’re okay. Is something going on? Something bothering you?”
“Don
