Elion sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The engine hummed softly, the only sound in the otherwise silent vehicle. He should have gotten out by now, but instead, he sat there, staring at nothing, lost in the mess of his own thoughts.
Raelynn's words echoed in his mind. It didn't mean anything.
He clenched his jaw, breathing in deeply through his nose before exhaling sharply. Should he just avoid her? Pretend that nothing happened, just like she wanted? It wasn't like he hadn't done that before—with other people, other situations. Pushing things aside was easy.
But the thought of seeing her, of standing in front of her and pretending he was unaffected, made his stomach twist uncomfortably. Because the truth was, he was affected. More than he wanted to admit.