The Wrong Love
she said, lighter now, letting me off the hook, "keep doing whatever you're doing. It looks good on you."
"I'm not doing anything."
"Sure you're not." She grinned, glancing pointedly at the two cups on the table, at the notes Rhydian had turned toward me without either of us discussing it. "You're just accidentally glowing. Totally normal Tuesday behavior."
I didn't have a response for that either, so I just let myself keep smiling, quietly grateful nobody was asking me to explain why. Under the table, Neriah's hand found mine again, just for a second, warm and steady, before she went back to stealing fries off my plate like nothing had happened at all.