Aren't They Beautiful

Chapter 272: Aren't They Beautiful? Savannah Between the rushing murmur of the water fountain and the soft chirping of birds hidden somewhere in the hedges, my mind refused to be still. Reese’s words replayed themselves over and over again, as relentless as the water spilling endlessly over stone. At first, when he’d said it, it had been… awkward. Not just awkward but also jarring. The way he’d said it, with absolutely no filter, no warning, no attempt to soften the blow. Just blunt honesty delivered like a punch to the chest. I wasn’t used to that kind of transparency. Roman had always been sort of careful with his words. Strategic. Calculated. Reese wasn’t. He just said things as they were. And unfortunately, my mind had done what it did best when presented with uncomfortable information—it filled in the blanks. Very vivid blanks. Images I absolutely did not ask for. Images involving Reese and Lizzie in very compromising positions that would probably haunt me for the rest