The air in Eric’s lungs locked and he went still. Not looking up from his phone.
He saw you kissing Hannah.
“I was all, Hannah and Eric?” James laughed, a little too loudly. “Nah. You’re tripping. He was probably giving her a hug or something.”
Fuck.
A ball of lead gathered in Eric’s gut.
Not like this. Hannah should be here. They were going to have this conversation with James together. Gently.
The little bubble with Hannah’s face continued to move in the wrong direction.
“Well, I’m waiting.”
“What?” Eric jerked his head up to meet his friend’s gaze.
James’s gaze had turned hard, but words were even steelier. “For you to fucking deny it.”