Puck me. I’m yours
"We're in this together, right?"
Her lips parted, then closed, and she nodded.
The night went on. We danced, we ate, but nothing kept my mind at ease, not when I'd stood at a distance for twenty whole minutes and watched Marcus and my third-line center, Blake Foster, exchange words. My mind should have warned me...but then it didn't, and while we enjoyed ourselves, screenshots dropped.
"Rules."