Chapter 34: Crushes and Hardy
Miracle's POV
An awkward silence settled between us. Hardy just pulled out another pencil and went back to drawing as if he hadn't just kissed me senseless and then said we could never be together.
I watched him, trying to understand. It was hard to imagine him as the kind of guy who just slept with girls and moved on. It didn't fit. He was a good guy. Someone who deserved to be loved.
"Don't do that," I whispered, rubbing my palms together for comfort.
He glanced up. "Do what?"
"Don't look at me one second like I'm the most interesting person you've ever seen, and then toss me aside the next to draw in your notebook. It's... triggering. My insecurities are kicking in."
He closed the notepad and looked right at me, a little smile touching his lips. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too," I said, looking away. "Ignore me. It's just my stupid insecurities talking. You should draw."
