He sighed and lay on the large sofa, closing his eyes. 

I ignored him, remembering what Wyatt said last night. My eyes go to the man lying on the sofa, his hand covering his face. 

" You're staring," he whispered. 

" Oh so, you're talking to me now," 

" Excuse me?" 

" Forget it," I closed the laptop and sighed, leaning back in my seat. 

" You're still staring." 

" Do you want to use me for revenge?" I go straight to the point. He doesn't seem surprised. His eyes shot open and he ...