Cecilia just sat there, stunned, until the man tilted her chin up and brushed a light kiss across her lips. Only then did her tears break free again, pouring down like a flood.
She clenched her fists and pounded on Blaze's arm, choking out words that sounded angrier than they were, "Blaze, I really hate you!"
"I know. I hate you too," he said lightly.
Blaze helped her sit up straight, fastened her seatbelt for her, and finally started the car.
For a while, the ride was quiet. Cecilia's tears had stopped, but she still couldn't hold back her sniffles and little hiccups. Her head drooped, her whole demeanor pitiful and wronged—like she'd suffered the greatest injustice in the world.
"I'll tell you what," she said suddenly, voice trembling with leftover frustration, "that night I was only worried Adrian and Ethan might mess with you. That's why I kept asking. Who knew you'd throw a fit instead of appreciating it? You jerk!"
