Silence pulsed between them like a second heartbeat, the cafeteria's noise a distant roar.
Lor leaned forward now, his voice soft, probing. "If you're so sure I'm faking it… why haven't you told anyone?"
Kiara leaned back further, crossing her legs slowly, her skirt sliding just an inch higher, teasing the edge of black lace against her smooth thighs.
Her smile softened, almost admiring, her icy blue eyes locking onto his with a hunger that went beyond possession.
"Because you're interesting," she said, her voice warm again, laced with genuine intrigue.
Her fingers drummed lightly on the table, nails tapping a rhythm only she knew. "You're the only piece in Class D worth watching. Everyone else is boring. Predictable. But you…" Her eyes glittered, raking over him like she was peeling back layers.
"You're the best liar I've ever met."
Lor didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
