CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

- HAZEL -

I look at myself in the mirror after washing my hands. Tonight was calmer than I expected. Aside from those death glares I got from Killian every second, everything seems to be going alright.

At least he's not being rude. I sigh and straighten my hair. I think he's not being rude because he's barely indulging in conversations.

Maybe that itself is rude? I can't tell. I mean, I should be cross about his recent words fired at Kaiden but in a small get together, or date, where I can choose to be mad, I chose peace.

Plus, my heart has been racing every time Kaiden's hands touched me. It's fun to see rage and what I think is jealousy across Killian's face but Kaiden's hands on my skin starts to creep me out. It just feels so wrong.

I press my lips on each other, spreading my lip gloss evenly around and pout. My lip gloss is drier on my lips and I didn't come to the restroom with my purse so I can't apply more. I let my thoughts drift away from my lips back to dinner.

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