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I stepped over to the open doorway of Neveah's bedroom, finding the two girls sitting on Neveah's bed and chatting.
"Yeah..." Neveah said, "he's cute. And he gave me this!"
She pulled along, gold necklace from her shirt, revealing a teardrop-shaped ruby carved in the middle.
"It's gorgeous!" Skye replied, closing her eyes kindly.
Neveah just rolled onto her belly as I remained in the doorway, watching Skye curiously. "So, how are you and Sebastian?"
Her eyes darkened then, and I felt something cold swell inside me at the numbness that suddenly showed itself.
"Oh, no..." Neveah replied, brows drawn together, "I know that look."
Skye just set her chin on the bed. "I asked him about his family..." she told Neveah as my stomach turned again, "and he dodged the question, and I asked him again, and he suddenly got this cold look and snapped at me."
Neveah's lips parted. "I'm sure he's not mad at you."
No, I wasn't. She was right!
I couldn't ever stay mad at Skye... It was a curse, I swear.
"I don't know..." Skye whispered, "I think he lost his family, and..." she said the next words quietly, "for some reason... I feel like it's my fault and I don't know why."
The cold in my chest deepened, and I found myself knocking on the door with hesitation.
Skye and Neveah whipped their heads toward me, and Skye's expression hardened slightly, and she looked back at Neveah as if she didn't see me.
"Oh, Neveah!" she said with too much enthusiasm. "We forgot to put up that poster you like!"
Neveah watched as Skye hopped off the bed and stepped over to her room, looking for said poster.
"Skye," I said then.
She just jumped happily and pulled out some famous boy band poster. "Oh, look! See! Right here!"
Neveah's brows arched as I leaned against the doorway.
"Skye," I said again.
"Where should we put it?" she said, wandering the room. "Hmmm... I wonder. Where? There's so much space on the walls!"
"Skye," I repeated a little sharper.
"Maybe on the left wall? No," she said, shaking her head, "there's a window there. Maybe the right? Nah, then no one can see it. Maybe on the wall across from the door? Maybe! That might actually work!" She looked to Neveah. "You have tacks, right? Are they in your desk?"
"Skye," I said again, getting mildly irritated.
"Or the cubby?" she continued, though Neveah just watched in amusement. "Or the bookshelf? Or are they still packed."
"SKYE!" I yelled, making her still. "You either come and talk to me right now, or I will grab you, drag you out, and tie you down until you talk to me."
Neveah glanced over with a smile. "Kinky."
Skye just hid her expression and dropped the poster, stepping over to me as I watched her.
I caught her arm, and she stiffened when I half-dragged her down the hall.
"Sebastian," she said, resisting a little, "let go."
I just kept pulling her until we met the theater, and then closed the doors behind me before shoving her until she fell onto a seat.
She let out a huff and struggled to get to a better position. "What the hell?"
"Skye," I said then, putting my hands on the armrests and leaning over her, though she shrank back, breaths stilling, "what's going on?"
"You were eavesdropping," she said then, looking nervous as her face broke out in a sweat, "so you should know."
I leaned in further. "You said you think it's your fault."
"And?" she said, glancing up at me.
My eyes darkened. "It's not."
"Then..." she whispered, "why did you snap at me?"
I sighed and lowered my head. "It's a sensitive subject for me."
"And you don't like feeling emotion," she finished.
I glanced back up, eyes dulling in irritation.
"Sebastian..." she said to me, eyes soft, "I... I know you're a guy and you know... toxic masculinity and all that, but... I think that you should let yourself feel sometime, you know?"
I tipped my head to the side. "You think not feeling is bad?"
She nodded, lips thinned but she looked more neutral than angry. "Yeah. It just hurts you in the end."
"I don't feel," I told her, a little irritation burning me, but something else was heating, as well.
"Yes, you do," she told me, smiling now. "You express your emotions through your piano, I can feel it. And when you fight, you express anger." Her cheeks shaded slightly. "When you kiss me... you express feelings too."
I watched her more curiously now. "You feel a lot through kissing, too."
She glanced up, lips parting. "I do?"
"Yes," I answered, smiling now, "you express your cravings, your desires, though your fears and your weaknesses, too." I touched her lips. "I can feel it, too."
She locked eyes with me, cheeks shading slightly.
I just leaned down, making her suck in a breath as she closed her eyes, but I just breathed with our lips inches from each other, and she held her breath, clearly expecting me to kiss her.
But I just roamed lower and pecked the nape of her neck, and she stiffened.
I smiled against her, brushing my lips with hers before whispering, "To be continued."
Her lashes parted, shaded over with something less innocent, and I stood fully, brushing off my pants.
The moment I stepped to the door, she piped up, "What does that mean?"
I glanced over at her, smirking. "You'll see."
And I left, hearing her whimpering in protest, but I just chuckled, exiting the room.
Right before the doors closed, though, I heard her mutter, "I hate suspense."
I laughed softly and made my way back to my room.
