Miles stood against the wall for a long, silent moment. He watched her, watched her body and her face, trying to figure out what was going on in her mind. It was impossible to tell, really, what she was thinking.
And Ade was a teenager, which made everything worse. He only egged his friend on, made it into a contest or a game or whatever it was that the two used to do before Miles fell for Angelina.
He gave a deep sigh and closed his eyes, his heart twisting into knots. "Please believe me when I tell you that I love you." He whispered. But was love enough for the two of them? Enough to get past the hurt, the paranoia, the fear?