“Good,” I breathed. “As long as I burn with him.”
Tasha’s mouth fell open like she’d just been punched in the stomach, but I wasn’t done. I was so far from done.
“You want to scream? You want to cry? Go ahead. But don’t stand there and act like you didn’t know something was happening. Don’t stand there and play innocent when you’ve been ignoring every single sign since the day I stepped into this house.”
She shook her head, lips trembling. “What the f**k are you talking about?”
“You noticed it,” I said, stepping closer, my voice rising. “You saw the way he looked at me at dinner. You saw the way I blushed when he walked in shirtless. You saw how I fidgeted when he said my name. You saw everything—you just didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think someone like your boring, stu
