Chapter 90

“I can’t do it.” Leila looks down at the table and sighs, the feisty girl I adore taking a moment to lower her angry guard. “He’s going to crush me; the longer I see him, the more I fall for him, and he’s going to fuck it all up.” She flails at me in complete raw despair while Sarah reaches out a careful hand. Leila looks so broken somehow.

Sarah’s always been good at giving touching, empathetic love.

“Leila, it’s fear. You’re not giving him a chance,” she croons at her with her wide doe eyes in sympathy.

“You never saw him, some girl all over him trying to get in there, and he was just so… blank.” A single tear fills her eye, and she wipes it away angrily with the back of her hand. Her little face is crumbling, and her lip wobbling adorably.

“I’m lost. I don’t get you?” I sit back, trying to analyze her face. Trying to put myself inside Leila’s head and failing. The girl has as many complicated walls and levels as I used to have.

“He didn’t exactly pus