“What’s with that lovesick smile?” August asked, breaking my moment of bliss.
My head snapped up, shock evident on my face. “Lovesick?” I echoed, disgust lacing my voice.
“The way you behave around her... I’m starting to worry that you’re actually falling for her,” he said, a hint of concern in his eyes.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” I replied, forcing the words out with a firmness I didn’t fully feel. “It’s never going to happen because there’s no such thing as love.”
A tense silence fell between us. I knew August was speaking from a place of concern, reminding me to keep my guard up and not lose myself in the charade Ella and I were playing. But it stung. He understood my history with love and should have known better than to bring it up.
Still, the reminder was
