Chapter 25 Chapter 25

Paris

“Hey,” Fabian mumbled, gently bumping my shoulder with his as I curled myself beside him.

“Hey.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, no doubt seeing my gloomy state.

I sighed. “I guess. How about you?”

“I’m okay.” He shrugged. “Date over with your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I snapped.

“Okay, ...