Mixed Signals.
Hugo slumped into the couch, crossing his arms and putting on a face so cold it could have scared a snowman.
He wasn't even sure how he managed to pull off the frosty look, but it came naturally. He was impressed at how icy he looked without even trying, though deep down, the truth was obvious.
It was anger.
Pure, undiluted anger.
'Why even play truth or dare if you're going to act like a nun at a church service?' he fumed, his gaze flickering toward Lily.
She was still sitting there, avoiding his gaze and blushing furiously, as if the mere idea of having fun was illegal!
For a moment, Hugo glanced at the watch on his wrist, and his stomach dropped. 'It's already this late?'
A wave of panic surged through him, but instead of melting his icy expression, it made him colder. His heart hardened with every tick of the clock.