LILITH
“Make me want to pretend to be more miserable than I actually am.”
The moment he finished his sentence, I let out the breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding.
What was I even thinking?
I scolded myself inwardly. All this flirting and teasing must’ve scrambled my brain.
But…
I looked into his eyes again, only to find that the heat I thought I’d seen earlier was gone—completely.
Had I imagined it?
As the tension drained slowly from my shoulders, I began to turn his words over in my mind.
Was he trying to say he didn’t want my sympathy? That he wasn’t as pitiful as I’d assumed?
If that was really it…
Fine. I’ll play along.
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes at him. “Which eye of yours saw me pitying you?”
“Is there even anything about you worth pitying? If anything,
