Leo
Kayden flinched, his face going pale before turning a deep, vivid red. "I… what? No, it's not… we are just…"
"Don't bother," I interrupted, cutting through his stuttering. "It's obvious. Your physiological response every time he enters a room is a textbook case of elevated cortisol and dopamine. You are very, very transparent."
Kayden slumped onto the leather bench, hiding his face in his hands. "Is it really that bad?"
"To me? Yes. To the rest of the world? They just think both of you are friends who have chemistry, though your 'ray' shippers online certainly think more than that," I told him, glancing back at the table to ensure we were still unobserved.
"Listen to me: once this round is over—if the team manages to reach the Conference Finals—you both need to take a break. Step away from the Dome, the fans, and especially the pressure you and Rhys are under. Maybe, just maybe, you can find out what he is hiding and also confess to him."
