‘Who are you seeing?’
The question had landed so casually from her lips that for a second, I wondered if I’d misheard.
Her tone wasn’t sharp but it was not teasing either—just calm. Too calm. Like she had all the time in the world to wait for my answer.
I continued to stay frozen. My brain instantly scrambled for something logical to say but all I managed was a pause that stretched uncomfortably long. My hand was still resting on the bench, inches away from hers. I could almost feel the heat radiating from her skin, and maybe that was why words got lodged in my throat.
Why would she ask that if there was nothing she was thinking?
She tilted her head slightly and I could feel how her eyes were steady on mine. There was not a trace of nervousness and I hated how much it rattled me.
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