Rhys chuckles. “Is she bugging you about your chakras? Is one of them blocked?” I scowl, wondering why everyone is talking about my chakras lately. She must be indoctrinating Rhys during his classes too. “No. She’s fine.” West’s mouth pops open. He looks like a fucking dog with a bone right now, and I don’t like it one bit. “Like, fine or…fine?” “Fine. Like I don’t notice her at all.” I look back at three sets of eyes, all fixed on me. Even Ford, who usually stays out of this shit now regards me with pity. “What?” “Bash, old boy, you’ve got a crush,” West announces eagerly, making me wince.
