Chapter 49
Ciel
I may have messed up.
Nolan has been given all these opportunities, and nothing has happened?
I don't understand it. I know Nolan. I've known him my whole life. He isn't blind. He isn't immune. He stares at Jack like he's trying not to breathe too loudly. And Jack—well, Jack might pretend, but he notices. He notices everything.
So why hasn't anything happened?
I lie on the couch, Lanny curled against my chest, staring up at the ceiling. My brain won't stop spinning.
Maybe I overestimated Nolan's courage. Maybe I've pushed too hard. Or maybe—maybe Jack's restraint is stronger than I thought.
And that scares me.
Because restraint runs out eventually.
If Jack really is as smitten as I think he is, then how long before frustration eats away at him? How long before he looks elsewhere—someone willing, someone unafraid, someone who doesn't freeze the moment things get real?
