Nirvana's POV
"Why did you think you could never have me?" I asked quietly.
The question sat between us. Adrian looked away from me, his jaw working. The muscle in his cheek was tightening the way it did when he was fighting something he didn't want to say out loud.
He reached out and took my hand. His grip was loose, almost careful. It was nothing like the way he usually touched me.
"You need to go back to your brother, Nirvana."
I pulled my hand away. "No. I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me."
I stepped closer instead. I looked up at him and waited. The heat between us was immediate and suffocating. It was the kind that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room and everything to do with how long we had been standing this close while pretending we weren't.
"Look in
