She doesn't know exactly what it is that plagues my thoughts, but I catch Mei when she thinks she's being discreet glances my way. I'm numb with Kian's most recent revelation.
When he brought me back last night, the reality didn’t quite set in. It still hasn't.
We were engaged as children?
He's always loved me?
His words jumble around in my head, making little sense.
Why wait till now to tell me this?
Couldn’t he have told me this years ago?
I don't know how to feel about it all.
Yes, I was jealous yesterday. Yes, I enjoyed him kissing me. Really enjoyed it… but I don't know how to feel beyond that.
"Babe, what's going on?"
I shrug, lost in the mess of my thoughts.
"This isn't about yesterday with the professor."
A statement, not a question.
"No," I say slowly, dragging the word out.
"So," she probes. "It may help to talk."
I look at her; she is sincerely worried for me.
"You were so upset, and now," she shrugs. "It's just weird. You can trust me."