Ishmael wrinkled his nose this time, because if there was any truth in it, it was something he hadn’t wanted to notice, before. A romantic streak would make Kieran less interesting than more – romantics were boring, and predictable.
(And Ishmael might be one, begrudgingly, but at least he had the good grace to be ashamed of it.) “So you are jealous, after all,” he said archly, as if there was any point left to be scored in this – he realised giving Kieran something to be jealous of was only proving him right all along, admitting to having as good as found his soulmate. Ugh.
(And Ishmael might be one, begrudgingly, but at least he had the good grace to be ashamed of it.) “So you are jealous, after all,” he said archly, as if there was any point left to be scored in this – he realised giving Kieran something to be jealous of was only proving him right all along, admitting to having as good as found his soulmate. Ugh.
