Bash rolls his eyes, stepping toward me to brush his knuckles against my chin. It takes everything in me not to lean into his touch, which has me overcorrecting and propelling myself away from him with more force than necessary. I stumble backward, and his eyes widen as I barely catch myself from falling on my ass. “I promise, Stardust, no one here gives a shit about us.” “I-I just can’t do this with you right now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
