I sigh because she’s right but that doesn’t make it any easier to switch off my overthinking brain.
I shove my glass into her hand. “Take this. I need to pee.”
Her eyes flick from my face to the glass, like she wants to ask seriously?
I don’t give her the chance. I just turn and waddle toward the bathroom, already feeling like my bladder is about to burst.
After finishing my business, I step out, my gaze glued to my phone as I scroll absentmindedly, which is why I don’t see him. Not until I walk straight into a solid wall of muscle and bounce right off.
Strong hands grip my arms, steadying me before I can fall flat on my ass.
“I’m so sorry,” I say quickly, barely looking up. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
“No worries.”
The sound of his voice makes my head snap up so fast it nearly gives me whiplash and the moment I see him, my face hardens.
“Oh. It’s you,” I grit out, still pissed at him for planting those damn doubts in Adrian’s head.
“I hope you’re enjoying the party,” he says casually. “Mom really went all out this year.”
I hate this. I hate that he’s trying to make small talk like he didn’t just implode my life a few days ago.
I hate how normal he’s acting, like we’re friends discussing the weather instead of standing in the aftermath of everything he’s done.
My eyes narrow. “What exactly are you trying to do, Noah?”
He looks at me and gives me a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Nothing,” he says, his voice quieter than usual. “I was just trying to make conversation.”
“And does it look like I want to have a conversation with you?”


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