Rhea Everwood
“Is everything okay?” Sage asked as he watched the way I looked at him with my eyes wide open. The small, reddish-brown mark did nothing but make my breath hitch. It was unmistakable—the exact same swirl of freckles, like a tiny, abstract constellation, that I had seen a thousand times on Mason.
His eyes noticed where I was looking at him and he quickly pulled away, turning to the other side, “Is everything okay Rhea? The way you have been looking at me is scary.” He said again and I finally tore my gaze away from the mark, my eyes locking with his
"Hiding something, are we?" I accused, stepping closer, my voice wavering despite my attempt at lightness. I felt a sudden surge of pain so intense it made my chest ache.
“What do you mean?” He feigned ignorance which did not
