Serafina smirks at him. “Ex-girlfriend?” she guesses, and he appears honestly confused. “No, why would you think that?” She shrugs, attempting to appear nonchalant and indifferent. Is that a spark of jealousy I see in her eyes? Why do I like that so damn much? “No reason. She just seemed really into you.” His face scrunches together in confusion, and I snort. Poor, oblivious Tristan. He’s not even aware that the half of the student body who isn’t in love with Kian wants to get in his pants.
