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Squir

Nobody is looking, yet they see too much

Pushing the plastic cart to check out, I do everything in my power not to turn my head a fraction to the left It’s a worthless feat The colorful covers and bold print are there for the world to see, preying on helpless custo else to do

His face

His hands

Those eyes

Mine are plastered on the way he holds Lena Dasani’s hand as they walk toward the photographers on a crowded street His shades are hooked on the collar of his pristine white tee, not covering his silver eyes like they hen he ith uise Why would there be? When he’s with his wife, he doesn’t have to hide

Sing the rising nausea, I take a deep breath and forceLifestyle Fashion But Corbin Callu one like I’m the butt of the universe’s pathetic joke

“Isn’t he sexy?” a voice says froirl no older than sixteen

I blink “Uh…”

The blonde rambles despite my lack of conversational interest “Anyone would be blind not to admit how beautiful the man is It’s unfair”

That catches my interest “Unfair?”

She scoffs in exasperation “That men like him exist It seems unreal to me Have you seen pictures of him shirtless?”

My stoloss with dotted sweat? The back of ushing over Unreal is right Fingertips tingling over theover sculpted abs andshe assumes

And once more, I hate myself

Tugging on the heive herlike I’uess”

One of the girl’s blonde brows arch like she doesn’t believefrom one foot to another, I shoot her a small smile It’s all I can offer under the scrutiny of my own conscience I knohat I’ve done Corbin knohat he’s done But the world doesn’t know the intimate details despite the article published alo

I shut the world out after getting back, keeping silent hoping the worst would pass Missed calls, texts, emails all pile up froles to differentiate those who are telling the truth or not, so I stop looking at them

The girl’s eyes narrow, and the slightest tilt of the head has anxiety blasting warning signs that I should just leave “Do I know you from somewhere?”

My black leggings, oversized sweater, and messy brown hair pulled back helps me blend in I don’t look out of the ordinary and do my best not to draanted attention to nize iving me privacy that I’ve had no choice but to keep

I push htly “Sorry, I don’t think so”