Chapter 80

• Lila’s POV
• The emotions that tumbled in were more than I had ever experienced in my life. About an hour ago, they were huddled so close to each other in my closet. I saw it, clear as day. Her hands had yearned to touch him, and she didn’t hold back. There was a subtle flirt, a bat of her lashes, a flick of her hair.
• They all played out before me, yet for some reason, I held out on what I saw and closed my eyes to the obvious. I didn’t want to believe it, so I forced myself into not thinking about it at all. I preferred to get drowned in her accusations. I was willing to go through the arguments of who the classics really belonged to as long as I didn’t confront the obvious.