The word hung in the air heavy with everything we couldn't say, and I looked away first because I couldn't handle the weight of it, couldn't handle what I saw in his eyes when he said it.
My heart was pounding and my hands felt shaky and I hated that he could still do this to me, could still make me feel like I was falling apart with just one word.
Miles offered to get me another drink and I said yes immediately, grateful for any excuse to have a moment where his attention wasn't on me, where I could try to compose myself.
Miles headed to the bar and left me standing there with Jax across the circle and my friends scattered around us talking amongst themselves, and for just a second we were alone in the way that matters even when you're surrounded by people.
"Pink looks good on you,"
