Ayla
I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to River. But he just wouldn’t move out of my way. His tall frame stood firm, blocking my path, shifting every time I tried to slip past him.
“What are you doing, River? You’re in my way. I’m in a hurry,” I snapped.
“Did I do something wrong?” His voice was calm, but his eyes scanned my face like he was trying to figure out what was going on inside my head.
I let out a long sigh. The truth was, I couldn’t even untangle my own thoughts right now. We barely knew each other, yet somehow it already felt messy between us.
Add Papa’s constant pressure on top of that, and then running into that girl in the bathroom earlier—the one who was all smiles with River—and yeah… I had plenty of reasons to keep my distance.
“No,” I answered shortly.
I looked
