Ash scoffed, tongue running over his teeth. "Are you really going to pretend you don't know?"
Sky was getting tired of this. "Know what?"
"That I like you."
The words came out fast, sharp, like they had been ripped out of him against his will.
For a second, Sky just stared.
Then he shook his head. "I don't have time for this nonsense."
"Nonsense?" Ash tried to keep a smirk on his face, but his eyes betrayed him—glinting with something raw and unguarded. "You should see yourself right now. A fucking mess, running around like a lovesick idiot, desperate for answers. I should be offended, Sky." His voice dropped slightly, something unspoken hanging in the air. "But I'm not."
Sky's fingers curled at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he fought to keep his composure. "Do you have anything useful to say, or are you just wasting my time?"
