Lysa's POV
I frowned, caught off guard. I pulled back a little. "So you want to keep it a secret?"
"Not a secret. Just... not public yet." He reached across the table, his fingers finding mine. "Can't we just enjoy this for a while? Just the two of us, without everyone else getting involved and making it complicated?"
I blinked, staring at him. The way he said it—gentle, almost protective—made it sound like he was trying to shield me from something.
But all I could think was that this didn't fit the plan at all. If we kept things private, how would the public breakup have any impact?
Unless... unless he wanted to keep things private because he was planning to keep seeing other girls.
The thought made something uncomfortable twist in my chest.
"Okay," I said slowly. "
