Hazel pov
The movie on my laptop screen was a bright, colorful rom-com, but I was having a hard time following the plot.
Maya was sitting cross-legged on my bed, her fingers perpetually in a bag of salt-and-vinegar chips, laughing at the onscreen antics of a woman who couldn't choose between two equally handsome suitors. I, on the other hand, was staring at the screen but seeing something entirely different. I was seeing the way Silas’s jaw had tightened in the kitchen, the way his dark eyes had tracked my every move, and the heavy, electric silence that had followed him when he left the room.
The house felt smaller today. Or maybe it was just that the air felt thicker.
"Ugh, I'm parched," Maya groaned, wiping a stray chip crumb from her lip. "This vinegar is delicious, but it's like a
