Chapter 17: Under my skin
Craig’s POV
For a second, Keith didn’t answer. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. Then he goes, "Because, man... I know better."
I frowned. What did that even mean?
It felt like I’d just stepped into something I wasn’t supposed to. I looked over at him, trying to read his expression. He wasn’t smiling, there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Maybe irritation? But I wasn’t buying that.
Was I really the only one who felt like being around her was some sort of magnetic disaster waiting to happen?
I glanced at him. "Know better than what? She’s not your type?"
Keith let out a short laugh. "Oh, nah. I’m into redheads. Girls like Phoebe? Lively, easy to impress. That’s my kind of energy." He pursed his lips, like he’d just declared a personal philosophy.
I arched a brow. "And Merlina?" I asked, hesitating for a moment, "What do you think about her?"
"Why are you asking?" Keith shot me a suspicious look. "What do you think about her?"
"I asked first." It came out more defensive than I intended.
Keith didn’t answer right away, eyes fixed on the road. And I didn’t push. Mostly because I didn’t want him catching on to how I couldn’t stop thinking about a girl who hated my guts.