Okay...pause.
What does he even mean he won't give up?
Like, give up on what? Life? Music? Me??
No, no, I'm overthinking. Probably about some deep Ren thing, like "not giving up on the stars" or whatever.
Still, I turned to him. "What do you mean by that?"
He looked at me, and I swear the whole air between us changed.
His eyes flickered down to my lips for a second, then he turned away, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it."
…Right. Totally normal.
Except my chest felt like someone just lit a match in it.
No. No, I was reading into it. Right?
God, why did my chest feel like it was burning?
"Ren," I started, but he cut in fast, awkwardly. "I should probably…"
The door opened behind us before he could finish.
Ian stood there, leaning against the frame, his eyes kept moving from Ren to me, then back again.
There was something sharp behind his calm expression.
"You two look cozy," he said.
It sounded like a joke, but didn't feel like one.
