Enjoying The View, Bestie?

Chapter 31: Enjoying The View, Bestie?

“There’s nothing in front of me, Victor,” I said, voice tight.

His brow furrowed. “Then why does it feel like I did something wrong?”

I leaned against the dresser, knuckles white on the edge. “You didn’t. You did exactly what I asked you to do.”

He exhaled slowly. “Then what is it, Haze? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagiou