All through the ride, he couldn’t take his eyes off me.
And honestly? I did a damn good job playing the doting, hopelessly-in-love girl. I leaned into his touch, let my gaze linger on him longer than necessary, smiled at all the right moments. I gave him the Avril he remembered—the one he thought he broke.
We didn’t speak.
His face did all the talking.
Every emotion flickered through his eyes in waves: love, longing, admiration, guilt, relief, hunger.
He looked at me like I was air after drowning.
But I was searching for only one thing—fear.
Fear a truth he was hiding.
But Tobias was a master at masking his emotions.
He could bleed and look composed.
He could lie and sound sincere.
He could watch you shatter and still smile as though everything was fine.
His hand stayed wrapped
