Page 54 of Rescue

“So you’re calling me a liar?”

“You’re not being honest about us right now. We’re more than a hookup, and you know it.”

“Well, I don’t want more than a hookup,” I say, my voice sharp. I feel like I’m about to start crying, which is so stupid. This entire thing is stupid. And my buzz is completely gone. “I need a drink,” I mutter, looking around for the waiter.

His face hardens. “Why did you start drinking so much tonight?”

“Oh my God.” I glare at him. “You don’t get to lecture me.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re right. But you don’t get to use alcohol as an excuse to get with me guilt free.”

I take a step back, feeling stung. Is that what he thinks this is?

Before I can respond, he’s turning to go. “Take care of yourself, Haylee. I’ll see you around.”

“Lennon,” I call after him, but my voice sounds strangled, and he doesn’t turn. I watch as he weaves through the dancing crowd, his shoulders hunched. I don’t look away until he’s out of sight, disappearing into the darkness of the club. I have only one thought.

He’s completely right about me.