CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
“Calm down i***t,” I said dismissively as I sat down.
“What did he do?” he questioned quietly but the way his jaw was still grinding, made me feel a certain wave of unexplainable comfort. It was the kind of comfort that makes you feel like you have someone which was strange because even though Lucian was the novel bad boy type of hot, I did not consider myself to be smitten by him. Sure, he could win an award with those looks but maybe I was just too into Ian to find someone else hot.
“What are you talking about?” I played dumb, playing with a loose end of my hair.
“Ian. He obviously did something to you and I can feel it. So don’t try to deny it,”
“I just overacted over something. That’s it,” It was true. I did feel like I overreacted over Racheal’s issue. Mayb
