Josie
Kiel was staring at me again.
That same quiet, unreadable stare that always made me feel like he was peeling back the layers of my skin and looking straight into my bones.
I shifted my weight and rubbed my palms against my thighs, trying to shake the prickling warmth crawling over my skin. Finally, I broke the silence because the weight of his eyes was too heavy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, my voice sharp but fragile all at once. "I didn't say anything wrong."
His lips quirked, but it wasn't amusement—it was disbelief. "You really think what you just said makes sense?"
"Yes." The word scraped my throat. My chin trembled, but I lifted it anyway, meeting his stare. "I do. I was going to ask Liam if there was… if there was a way to make it happen." My voice cracked and I looked away, my teeth digging into my lip to keep it from quivering. "That night… when I—"
