| michael’s pov |
She fiddled with her thumbs, her eyes set on the floor.
“You two are?” I had to start it– else, she wouldn’t. I had a feeling I’d regret even having this conversation, but the curiosity inside me was too hard to ignore.
Belle continued to stay quiet. She wanted to say something, but she wasn’t telling. Her gaze fell on me for a few seconds; she looked embarrassed.
“We’re friends,” she started, moving a bit farther away from me. “But… but we dated before.”
My hands balled up into fists. f**k.
I said nothing, and she seemed worried at how I was acting, but no– I’m not going to explain how furious I am at Ashton.
My patience was, bit by bit, running dry. The urge to wipe that damn grin on his face was becoming stronger.
“I loved him, Michael. I still do.” She gave a
