Chapter 226
Nima
"Okay, let's calm down. When did this start?" Poppy asks.
I pause. My mind digs back through all the moments, all the touches, all the looks—and then it lands squarely on that night. The night she suddenly pulled away.
"Looking at your face, I can tell you've tracked it down," Poppy says dryly.
"I think so," I mutter.
"So? What happened?" she presses.
I stay quiet. Embarrassment floods me, the memory burning in my cheeks.
"I can't help you—or even try—if I don't know," she insists.
I exhale shakily, then tell her everything. The night. The kisses. The push and pull. The way Daphne stopped herself.
Poppy listens in silence.
"What?" I demand, when she doesn't respond.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You're supposed to be helping me, remember?"
She sighs so loudly it rattles me. "I mean… I kinda get her point."
My ears shoot up. "What?"
Poppy exhales, then grabs my hands, looking me dead in the eye. "You fucked up."
My stomach drops. "How?"
