“Want to play?” Miles asked, flicking his head to the games.
“I’ll watch.”
“Suit yourself.” He handed the other cue to Celeste who grinned.
“Prepare to go down, Mulligan.”
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?”
The two of them were so freaking cute, but I wasn’t sure either of them realized what they had. People often didn’t until it was too late.
I shut down that line of thought. Going back there—to The Row, to my life before—it did me no good. Dredged up a whole lot of heartache and pain for no damn reason.
Pulling out my cell phone, I opened up a social media app and hovered over the search bar. It was a dangerous game I liked to play sometimes, toeing the line of curiosity and self-torment. I hadn’t crossed the line, not yet. But it was growing increasingly hard to resist the urge to have one little peek.
I typed his name.
PHOENIX WILDER
… and quickly deleted it.
Then I typed another name.
ZANE WASHINGTON
Biting my bottom lip, my finger hovered over the search icon. If I did this, if I opened that door, there would be no going back.
It’s just once,I tried to tell myself. But it wouldn’t be once. I didn’t need my therapist to tell me that. It would be twice a week. Once a day. Every time I picked up my cell phone. Until it became part of my routine.
My new obsession.
A dangerous addiction.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
I clutched my cell phone and inhaled a ragged breath.
It was only a window into their lives, their world. It wasn’t a door. I couldn’t walk through it.
“Harleigh, you want a slushie?”
I glanced up at Miles and frowned. “You’re done already?” It only felt like I’d sat down five minutes ago.
“Yeah, we’ve been playing for like twenty minutes. You were busy on your phone.”
Twenty minutes?
My stomach dipped.
“Sorry, it was a really interesting… article.”
“And here I thought you were reading one of those dirty romance books Celeste thinks I don’t know she loves so much.” A smirk traced his mouth.
“I-I do not read those types of books.” Celeste’s cheeks flamed but Miles only shrugged.