The second the words left my mouth, my brain immediately began screaming at me.
Oh gods. Oh no. That was a bad idea.
What the hell was I thinking? Do you want to go out with me? What kind of stupid, reckless, impulsive thing was that to say? I wasn't supposed to ask that. I wasn't supposed to want this.
But I did.
And now, Rhiannon was just staring at me.
Not laughing. Not smirking. Just… staring.
Her red eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open like her brain had stalled, and for a horrible, agonizing moment, I thought she was about to reject me.
Shit.
Maybe I'd just made everything worse. Maybe she didn't actually want this—us—whatever the hell we were. Maybe it had only ever been a game to her.
But that wasn't true, was it?
Because I'd seen the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention. I'd felt the way she kissed me when we were alone, when there was no one to impress, no one to tease.
I knew Rhiannon.
I knew her better than she knew herself.
