Musical Accompaniment: Start a War by Klergy, Valerie Broussard
Memories are a knife that never loses its edge.
CAMERON
My hand immediately flies to my neck.
Either Nikolas saw what happened between Earl and I at the Pizzeria, or Earl’s hand left marks around my neck. Neither one of those options is good. Especially not the one that threatens the image of the perfect couple that Earl and I need to sell to his family if this is going to work.
Yes, that’s what I’m worried about.
No, I do not care that Nikolas may have seen us kissing.
I keep my tone as neutral as I possibly can “Whatever you think you saw, Nikolas, it is none of your business.”
He flicks off a switch. “Stop, saying my name like that.”
I start, confused. “Like what?”
His fingers flex around the wheel but he doesn’t
