But somehow, the NHL didn’t seem all that significant while looking down at the hurt on her face. “No.” I shook my head. Claire’s brows lowered, and her eyes grew glossier. “Theo, everything you said was true. We are fake dating, remember? That was your idea to begin with. It just…kinda happened.” A single tear crept out of the corner of her eye, and although she tried to hide it, I still caught it with the side of my thumb. “Tell me why you’re crying.” “I’m not crying.”
