I gathered that George was the one Sabrina had been talking to before, saying he didn't kiss or look at her like Tolliver looked at me. Peeking up, I saw Tolliver was still staring at me, and my cheeks flared.
"Did you invite her?" Sabrina asked, and Wayne shrugged.
"I was getting to it," he said.
She sighed then said to me, "He was supposed to invite you to my sweet 16. I saw you and asked him to do it, hoping to give you guys some kind of closure or something."
A light laugh.
"Not that it looks like you need it," Sabrina finished, throwing a significant glance at Tolliver. "So will you come? To my birthday?"
"Oh, you don't have to invite me," I said.
"I want to."
"I don't think?—"
Wayne gave a short laugh. "I told you she hates parties," he said.
I hated that he was right, that he knew anything about me.
"Freya would prefer to just hide in a corner."
Tolliver grinned down at me. "I can't imagine you hiding from anyone."
"I avoid," I corrected. "Social gatherings aren't exactly my favorite."
I threw my ex a glare.
"But he's right. I don't like parties."
"What about hockey games?" Tolliver said. "Think you'll like those?"
"The scrimmage wasn't awful," I said.
"Ah, you loved it."
"You sound pretty sure about that."
"I saw you watching me, remember?"
His lips ticked up, and I couldn't help but smile back.
Of course, Wayne had to ruin the moment.
"Some friendly advice," he said to Tolliver. "Don't bring Freya to your games. It's embarrassing as hell."
My back stiffened, and Sabrina just sighed while shaking her head. "Wayne, please shut up," she said.
"What? She's way too loud."
Tolliver shrugged. "I like loud."
My gaze shot to his. "You do?"
As he nodded and used his strong hand to rub the tension out of my shoulders, I felt myself relax.
"I like your kind of loud," he said again.
