Kayden
"Who is she, Kayden?" The question about my mother got my heart pounding hard in my chest, and my body started shaking.
Does he know? Did he read my body language at his grandfather's birthday party?
My mind was spiraling with so many thoughts of what I could come up with—things I could say about my mother, the woman he knew and hated.
But as if Rhys could feel the vibration of my body against his, he spoke up. "A sensitive topic, too?"
I nodded slowly.
"That's fine. I won't push you to answer, and I'll rule out the punishments for this one, too, because…"
"I met her recently," I cut him off, revealing some parts of the truth. I didn't know why I was telling him, but he seemed like he wanted to know—wanted to figure out everything about me, as if he wanted more from me than just this.
Rhys pulled away from me again and moved to my front. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I am not going to force you and—"
