My cheeks warmed up again, the embarrassment flooding through me, and I clenched my fists in both anger and fear. I was afraid he might give something more away or say something even more embarrassing.
Cursing him in my mind, I tried not to let any of my emotions show on my face. The blush I couldn’t do anything about, however.
Alex stared at my face, at my cheeks, and his own features started to twist with rage.
“Your hand,” I told him, turning toward him. Most of the broken glass and beer was on the floor, but with how he crunched that beer bottle in his hand, he’d surely had some pieces in his palm. “Alex.”
“It’s fine,” he said to me, his voice carefully calm and emotionless.
I reached out, but Alex swung his arm away, keeping me from seeing how bad the damage might have been. In
