I hated how having Christian near made all the sticky thoughts disappear.
My tongue fizzled with the taste of champagne.
My self-control was on the precipice of losing its mind and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
He just looked sosad.
Whenever I came down into the kitchen, he looked at me with these puppy eyes and his hair would be messy and all I wanted was to be as near as possible to him.
But I couldn’t.
After what he said, it would be a shame for me to give into him like that ever again.
Love? Absolutely foolish.
The only love I felt for Christian was hate.
Maybe not hate, but a feeling close to it.
Okay well maybe not that either, but I didn’t like him at the moment.
“Adelaide Mikael?”
My body connected with the voice and turned.
It washer.
The girl Christian talked to at the engagement.
The one with long brunette hair and stunning features.
She was here.
“I’m Hana,” she extended her hand with a smile. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
Swallowing the knot in my throat, I shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You must be really special to Christian.” There was nothing in the kind way she spoke to me that was suspicious. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk about a girl as much as he talks about you.”
I hate that he talks about me to her.
“How do you know Christian?” I asked instead.
There was no way a beautiful woman like Hana and ahandsome man like Christian didn’t feel something towards one another.
Her laugh sounded genuine and breathless. Completely surreal.
“We used to live in the same apartment complex.”
I visibly deflated.
“Nothing happened between us.” She added with haste. “He’s a good friend, one who helped me with my career.”
“But he talks about me to you?” That didn’t make sense.
“He talked about you with everyone in the crochet club.”
My body stilled, replacing the indignation with catastrophic laughter. “Did you just…” I spoke in between sudden giggles. “Crochet club?”
