Marcelina~
I forced a smile, turning my head slightly to look at him, searching his face for something—anything—that would explain this sudden shift.
But there was nothing aside from the same calm expression and unreadable eyes.
He had done this before. The first time I met his parents, this was the same illusion he created. The closeness, the affection, f*****g Stellina.
And now, he was doing it again, putting on another performance for them.
Fine.
If that was the game he wanted to play, then I could play it too.
"I had to wash my hair," I said softly, my smile steady as I placed a hand lightly against his chest.
His heartbeat was calm, eerily calm. It didn't match the way mine was racing at all and I couldn't help but wonder how he was doing this so easily.
Shaking the thought
