Page 120 of Dream On, Liar

“I know.”

“People noticed?”

“Apparently.”

“They made a whole video?”

“Several.” I swallowed.

The warmth had spread from my cheeks down my neck.

I watched the second video again.

There was something about seeing it from the outside that unsettled me.

I’d experienced those moments as nothing.

A glance across a room.

A smile during a conversation.

His attention wandering towards me.

I’d dismissed each one because there had always been a reason.

We were working together. We’d become…friends?

We were comfortable, because we’d been around him for weeks.

But the video stripped away all the excuses.

There was no context to hide behind.

Just him looking at me.

Softly.

Like I was something he liked looking at.

My chest tightened. I touched the screen without thinking, my fingertip hovering over his face before I pulled it away. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

Samyra snorted. “You’re terrible at lying.”

“I’m being rational.”

“There’s literally proof of him staring at your face in a fan edit.”

“Maybe he’s checking if I’m bothered by him yelling or something? I fell asleep while reading, so maybe he was worried he was going to wake me up.”

“Is that why you're blushing?”

I covered my cheek.

It was hot.

“I'm not.”

“You absolutely are.”