Chapter 4

By the time I finished tidying up and lay down, Simon was still propped against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.

I turned onto my side, facing him.

His features were the same, a straight nose, sharp brows, and deep-set eyes. Those eyes had been the ones that drew me in when we were younger, the ones I had fallen helplessly for.

Now they were fixed on the screen, his fingers swiping openly, deleting something on one platform after another.

The warmth in my chest slowly drained away until nothing remained, not even the faintest heat.

Finally, he lifted his…