Norah
He was agitated.
His face held a grumpy frown again, the lines of his face were stiff as he silently ate beside me. I looked down at my plate, twirling over my own pasta, as I questioned my decisions. I didn't know if it was right to tell them when we were still unsure of what our relationship was. With the conversation from before still due, we couldn't just tell them. Yet.
Even if we decided to tell them, what would we even say? That we were f**k buddies? That we were enemies with benefits, that we were dating when we still had to talk more about it. About us.
And there was also that I had to process everything that had happened in the past sixteen hours or so.
" Why are your lips swollen and red? " Zia's concerned voice cut me off from my thoughts, and I looked up at her
