I don’t even realize how much it’s hit me until I look up—and they’re all standing there.
Watching me.
My fingers curl loosely around the bottle, but I don’t move to hide it.
If anything—
I sink deeper into the couch, one leg still crossed over the other, my head tilting slightly as I take them in.
A soft smile tugs at my lips.
Because the way they’re looking at me?
God.
I can feel it.
That shift.
That tension pulling tight in the room.
And something warm, and reckless—blooms in my chest.
I like it.
“Hi…” I murmur, voice softer now, a little slower.
Lucas mutters under his breath—
“Oh, this is bad.”
I ignore him.
Alex walks towards me.
My eyes follow him the whole way, my smile lingering, my fingers idly tracing the rim of the bottle as he gets closer.
And when he reache
