Julian asked, his warm
et out a heavy sigh and slid over, m
n directly acr
cally hurt her chest. She panicked, slamming her sketchbook shut
nt. His smile softened. "Sorry,
, her voice barely a whi
ng. She could feel Julian's eyes on her, and
k eyes flicked from Vesper's flush
and grinned, leaning across the table. "Forrester, didn't peg you for a fan
usiness, Miller," he muttered, his voice tight and carryin
lent. Miller swallowed
e looked at Vesper. "I know you, don't I? Freshman year.
eyes went wide with pure, un
jerked outward. It slammed in
ooded across the table, soaking into the
She grabbed a handful of dry napkins and started fran
Julian said. He reached across
ly brushed against the
ack, clutching it to her chest. Her face turned a violent sha
ed the enti
noyance. It was pure, blinding jealousy. He hated the way she look
s the table and violently yanked the
esper cr
cking smirk on his face. "Since we're just 'talking,' Vesper, why don't
absolute terror and pleading. If Julian saw the confession gift she was making for Slad
anger in his chest suddenly vanished, re
ed the sketchbook back onto
ce tight. He stood up abruptly, grab
stormed out of the dining hall, his heavy b
his head. "Don't mind him, Ve
e couldn't look at Julian anymore. The guilt of
bbed her bag, and practical
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