“Are you seein’ somebody?” Something fiery tightens my chest as I swallow against the bitter taste that question leaves on the back of my tongue. I refuse to put a name to the emotion swirling inside of me. Just like I refuse to put a name on anything else I’m feeling right now. None of it makes sense. Ash’s lip curls up. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” I snarl. “Are you seeing somebody?” Brow cocked, he asks, “Why is that any of your business?”
