“Why have you been ignoring me?”
I protest quickly, “I’m not ignoring you.”
Jude shrugs, and glances at me with a look that pierces through my heart. His eyes seem to scream: you know that’s a lie.
And then his words prove me true. “You’re good at many things, Evie, but lying isn’t one of them.”
Of course he can see right through me. I have been ignoring him, but it has felt like something out of my control. I just can’t act like everything is okay. It isn’t, right?
“What’s going on inside that beautiful mind?” Jude whispers, leaning in, his breath warming my face.
Kiss me, I want to scream at him. Kiss me and distract me from the f****d up mess that is my brain—always in conflict with my heart, trying to hone in its reasoning in places where irrational is the only way to be.
“Yo
