This is very awkward for me. It’s an act, obviously, but we can all see Tobias pressing me to the wall with my thigh up to his hip. Us holding hands as he drags me through the lobby. He needed the spectators to think I was his. From the corner of my eye, I see Tobias kissing Aria’s shoulder and whispering something. An apology. He’s pale, pain written across his face as she assures him it’s okay. That he didn’t do anything wrong.
