Playing Matchmaker

Hazel

Did he just say that? For a second I think I’ve misheard, the warmth of his arm around me twisting into something colder with those words. Find me someone else?

My chest tightens, my heart thudding a little harder. What does that even mean?

My head tilts up before I even realize it, eyes widening on his shadowed face. "You're joking right?" I whisper.

He doesn’t answer. The silence stretches