and wanting to give me a chance bolstered my confidence. It healed an infection that had been festering, made me feel like I had worth. And that was probably why I replied with a simple, “Okay, yes.”
Afric
I watched Neil and Annabelle from across the café, and a brick sank in my belly. From all outward appearances, she seemed to be taking his confession rather well. I realised belatedly that some part of me hadn’t wanted her to take it well. I wanted her to storm out and say that she never wanted to hear from him again. That way, Neil and I could resume our friendship without her shadow looming over it.
But that wasn’t to be.
They were over there chatting away, the conversation flowing like any successful first date. Jealousy swarmed within me, an expanding, shadowy beast. I was suspicious, too. Something about the ease with which she’d taken Neil’s revelation made me wary. Any normal person would’ve at least yelled or displayed some form of indignation. But not Annabelle. She was taking this all in stride, and I wasn’t entirely convinced it was genuine.
Then again, that could’ve just been my jealous shadowbeast talking.
I’d decided to go easy on Neil and act like his advances last night were nothing out of the ordinary. He was clearly chagrined by his actions, and for once, I didn’t feel like teasing him. The truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words and the lustful way his eyes had consumed me.
I wanted him to look at me like that again. Instead, he was over there with Annabelle, the two of them getting on like a house on fire.
I hated this. I hated absolutely everything about it.
Why hadn’t I tried harder to convince him not to come this morning? That way, I could’ve kept him all to myself. Oh, my God, now she was holding his hand. I wanted to stab something. Preferably her.
Picking up my fork, I skewered a piece of waffle and bitterly shoved it into my mouth. When I’d woken up this morning, the soundtrack in my head had been “Lovely Day” by Bill Withers. Now it was “Ain’t No Sunshine,” also by Bill Withers.
A little while later, Neil and Annabelle both stood from their table. She came forward, pulling him into a hug. The stabby instinct returned. They exchanged words, and then she left. Once she was gone, Neil made his way over to me. His expression was one of pleasant surprise.
“That looked like it went a lot better than either of us expected,” I said, trying hard not to sound as unhappy and jealous as I felt.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, she, um … she said she wants to date me.”
WHAT?!
My eyebrows shot up, and my chest burned with the fire of a thousand suns. It wasn’t a fun feeling, let me tell you. “Do you … do you want to date her?”
A fleeting shadow crossed his features. “Well, yes, I suppose I—"
“Great,” I said, cutting him off sullenly as I stabbed my remaining piece of waffle with my fork. Was it possible for one’s stomach to spontaneously drop out of one’s body? That was the sensation I was feeling right then.
Neil frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” I replied, unable to disguise the irritation in my voice.
He folded his arms, tilting his head in curiosity. “Well, that’s obviously a lie.”
I let my fork fall to my plate with a loud clatter. “I just don’t think you can trust her,” I blurted, and his frown deepened.
“Okay, why not?”
I made a dramatic hand gesture. “Well, for one, there’s what I observed of her at the gym.”
“Afric, you don’t even know if what you saw was correct. You said yourself you were too far away to hear her conversation.”
“So? Her snickering and body language told me all I needed to know. And to be honest, there’s a good chance that she’s only asked you on a date to get closer to Callum.”
Neil’s lips pressed together, dismay colouring his features. “Right, so you don’t think she could ever genuinely be interested in me, is that what you’re saying?”
“No, of course not, but this is an unusual circumstance, and I care about you, Neil. I won’t stand by and watch you get taken advantage of.”
“You think I’m naïve, then?”
Oh, hell. I was messing this up completely. Where was my tact when I needed it? Then again, it had never been my strong suit.