“No,” Roland said, his eyes narrowed. “You’re not a clumsy little s**t. You’re a lying little shit.”
Lyric blinked a few times and frowned a little as he blinked a couple more times; he couldn’t feel his contacts. He swiped his eyeball, and the panic rose in his throat when he realised he hadn’t touched his contact lens. He looked up at Roland, who was staring blankly at him.
“If you’re wondering if you’re wearing your contact lenses, you are not,” Claire said, her arms crossed over her chest.
Lyric slammed his eyes shut as he tried to keep his breathing regulated. They knew, holy f*****g s**t, they knew. The only person who knew of this secret was Roland, who had promised him it. He had promised him he would help him keep this secret.
“Roland, you promised,” Lyric hissed as he drew hi
