Thomas’ head snaps to the side. The sound of my palm hitting his cheek reverberating in the space around us.
I hear a collective gasp but I keep my eyes firm on Thomas. His head is still c****d to the side and I can see the muscles in his jaw tightening. Slapping him didn’t make me feel any better, maybe one more wouldn’t hurt.
“Hailey! What the hell?!” Jake grabs my wrist in a firm grip, looking at me like I am crazy.
I shoot him the dirtiest look I can muster before I tear my arm from him, giving him a small shove away from me.
“Unless you want to be next, I suggest you stay the hell out of this!” I look to all of them in turn before zeroing my eyes on Thomas again.
“No!” I point my finger at Thomas as I take an angry step towards him.
“You do not get to tell me you love me one min
