I flush even harder than before. I know my body hates me, because the mere mention of “boyfriend”coming out of Lukas Lazarev's makes my thighs press together and my n*****s tighten beneath my bralette. “That's not appropriate.”
After a frustrating minute-long staring contest, I snap out, "No, I don't." I'll say anything to hurry along this excruciating conversation.
Lukas continues to seem unbothered. “Have you ever?”
“Ms. Everett, ”he interrupts. “I don't ask questions I don't need answers too.”
I swallow hard. For some reasons, I answer his ridiculous question. “Not really. Nothing serious.”
That's a lie, croons an ugly little demon in my head. “Nothing at all ”is the real answer. Go on, tell him, tell him how you watched from the sidelines while life for the normal kids going ahead
