I really need to Google stalker genes.
Unless… they’re contagious.
Oh, God.
Violet’s mouth curves in a knowing smile. She props her chin on her hand, turning the full force of her attention on me.
Jesus Christ.
Her eyes are so blue, they almost look violet. I’ve never seen eyes like hers before. They’re captivating. Mesmerizing.
And now, I’m thinking poetic thoughts, which is really strange.
“Sorry I got carried away talking to Ivy.” Violet picks up her glass and drains it, her eyes on me.
“Oh, um. It’s okay.”
Great. Strong start.
I’m sure she’s impressed.
“I feel like I abandoned you,” she adds, tilting her head slightly.
“You didn’t—I mean, you were talking?—”
I stop.
Jesus Christ.
Words. Use them.
She patiently waits, not rushing me. Just watches me like she’s curious how I’m going to recover from whatever that was.
“I mean,” I try again, clearing my throat, “you were talking to Ivy. She’s... nice.”
Smooth. So smooth.
Truly elite conversational skills.
Her smile deepens like she finds me entertaining.
“I was,” she agrees.“But I came in here with you.”
The way she says it feels... intentional. Like there’s something more to her words.
My chest tightens. “Oh,” I say. “That’s... nice.”
Apparently, I’ve lost the ability to form full sentences.
Or think.
Now I’m just a moron in a bar, staring at a badass woman who saved my ass.Super macho.
Across from her, Ivy looks between us like she’s watching her favorite show.
Sebastian subtly shifts beside me.
I ignore him. Or pretend to.
