As if in a dream, he reached out and trailed a hand down her arm. That resolve of hers threatened to collapse completely.
We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re friends, she repeated in her head like a mantra while holding her breath, waiting for him to say something. Something that mattered.
We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re friends, The dream that Zaid walked through seemed to collapse as he snatched his hand back with a frustrated growl before turning back to the water with a shake of his head. “You’re wrong, Kinza. I don’t care what you do. I don’t care that you want Blondie or Mikah—”
“You i***t,” Kinza said so softly that Zaid’s eyes snapped to hers in alarm. She could feel the heat on her arm where he had touched her. “I don’t want Blondie. I don’t want Mikah. I want—”
Glass shat
