Vanessa
And then… when he sees my eyes, he knows he can't lie to me, not to me.
He does.
"I don't like seeing her with him."
I let out the breath I'd been holding. I knew it… I knew it. Hearing him say that gives me a little satisfaction.
My smile grows slightly, very faintly. But impossible to hide completely.
"Ah…" I take a step toward him, closing the distance. "Now we're speaking the same language."
His gaze locks onto mine, more intense… more direct.
"You're not comfortable with it either."
I don't deny it, not immediately. I play with the rim of my glass.
"Let's just say… I have my opinions. But you know that, so… you could sense it too, couldn't you?"
He lets out a small exhalation, as if that confirms something.
"You know that's not a coincidence. That day,
