"That was wonderful! Such a lovely evening," Mom said, with her bright and happy voice.
"Tiring. But lovely," Dad added, and they fell into their comfortable banter while a war was happening three feet away from them and they didn't notice at all.
There were three inches of air between me and Jax, charged and electric and very dangerous. Neither of us was looking at the other but we were both so aware, so much that it hurts. My dress was against his suit pants, not touching but almost, and that almost was killing me.
Mom turned to me with her usual very sweet warm smile.
"Your friend Miles. He was so sweet tonight."
Those words made me develop an immediate stomach ache. Not now, please I don't need this conversation now.
"Yeah. He is."
"He seems very fond of you."
That word. Fond.
