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