I threw my arm over my eyes, not bothering with a response.
A valid question.
I shouldn't have cared about that bastard or whatever he said about her.I shouldn't have cared that this was pretend for her, even though it stopped being pretend for me a long time ago.I shouldn't have cared that this fight probably blew my chances with her altogether.
Only problem was that I did care.
He nudged my foot with his.
“Seriously, Jax.This thing with Savannah, it’ll be done in a few days.After the wedding, it's all over, so what does it matter?”
My jaw tightened under my arm.
When I didn’t respond, Benji grew silent for a few minutes.I thought he would drop it, but no, that wasn’t who Benji Won was.
“Unless you have feelings for her.”
My teeth clenched slightly, refusing to voice the words, but the truth pressed uncomfortably against my chest.Because it was impossible not to have feelings for someone like her.
The gym fell quiet after that.
Just the hum of the lights overhead and the faint buzz of the vending machine.
My mind drifted, thinking about when she would look at me as if she was trying to figure me out.Or when she would laugh and her eyes would light up, bringing a whole new meaning to the color brown.Even when she was arguing with me, trouble had no problem speaking her mind, and I loved that about her.
Love.
Love.
Holy fucking shit.
“You got my car keys?”
I cleared my throat—and maybe the internal panic—and muttered, “Yeah, in my bag.”
My ears perked up at the sound of his footsteps crossing the gym.I heard when the zipper of my bag opened, then some rustling.
“You know you don't have to…” Benji trailed off for a few seconds.Then his voice got low, and I could hear the shock in his tone.“You’redrawingher?”
My entire body went still.
Shit.
I’d completely forgotten the sketchpad was open in there.
I kept my arm over my eyes, hoping maybe he’d drop it, but again, we were talking about Benji here.So instead of being a good best friend and dropping the subject—and putting the sketchpadbackwhere he found it—I heard the unmistakable sound of paper flipping.
One page.
Another.
And another.
Then—
“Holy shit.You’re in love with her.”
The words landed heavy in the room.
