~Evric's POV~
Father managed to speak between laughs. "Did you realize you just said you are jealous now, Evric?"
"Father," I called out, my voice tight. "I'm not jealous!"
"Alright, alright," he conceded, still chuckling. "Let's continue."
A while later, I excused myself to use the restroom. Once inside, I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message to Zayn telling him to join me. A few minutes later, the door clicked, and he showed up.
"Hey, babe," Zayn said softly, closing the door behind him.
I greeted him with silence. I wrapped my hand possessively around his waist and simply stared at him.
He looked back, sensing the shift in my mood. "What's up? Why are you looking at me like that?"
I smiled, a thin, meaningless gesture. "Did you watch me play?"
He hesitated, his gaze dropping momentarily. "I'm sorry, babe. I was actually talking to Evans, and I didn't really watch."
"You didn't watch me at all," I repeated, letting the disappointment sting my voice.
