Ava: Its Personal
Why not tell him you need to buy some sensitive things you don't want him around for? Selene asks.
It isn't that I hadn't thought of that—but the electronics section is far from someplace that sells menstrual products.
"What's wrong?" Rowan asks, and I realize with a start that I'm scowling in his direction.
Oops. "Nothing, I just—" I nibble on my thumbnail, trying my best to look a little distraught. "I need some things, but I didn't think you'd be following me the entire time, so…"
Rowan smiles in relief, thinking he understands. "It's fine. You can get anything you want. Clayton can afford it. He's obnoxiously loaded."
I was worried my acting was too much, but I guess it's not enough. I wrinkle my nose and shift from foot to foot. After a moment, I start rubbing one arm, as if I'm beyond uncomfortable with my request.
I was never a very whiny teenager, but I'm trying to channel one anyway.