"Earth to Vincent," Zaara said, waving her hand slightly in front of my face. "Are you okay?"
I blinked, like I'd just come out of a trance. Her voice was soft, but her eyes were locked on mine, searching, worried. She stepped closer and rested the back of her hand on my forehead.
"Are you sure you're fine? You're burning up," she asked, raising her brows.
My chest tightened.
I couldn't stop my mind from racing…Nomi's words, her touch, the way she looked at me like I belonged to her. I felt sick. Disgusted. And worse guilty. So technically, it was Nomi
I shared that vulnerable connection with last night. Not Zaara. Technically, I'd let her in.
God… if Zaara finds out, she's going to hate me.
Zaara stepped directly in front of me now, blocking my view. "You're sweating like crazy. What happened? Is it because of what happened to Charles?"
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, nervously. "I… it's nothing," I mumbled.
