“Damn,” Miles whistled low under his breath. “You were right.”
I grinned proudly. “I’ve been watching her for the past few days. She should be in the elite class with you.”
Miles was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Why isn’t she?”
“Because you’re a jackass,” the annoying voice muttered.
I rolled my eyes, but he was right. “Me. I think she’s being considerate of me.”
Miles grew quiet again, staring at Chloe in that way that made guilt swell inside of me. He wanted her so badly, but was holding back too because of me. They both were.
“I won’t bother me if she goes to your class,” I said. “It won’t bother me if she wants to spend time with you, or if you want to get closer to her.”
“You sure about that?” Miles lifted a brow trustingly.
I shrugged. “She’s your mate too.”
“But you didn’t want to share.”
“Yeah, well,” I looked down nervously, fiddling with a blade of grass. Stupid Rome. The parasitic worm got to me. “I have this little voice in my head telling me that she’s supposed to be
