/Madison's POV/
"What? No! What makes you ask me that?" I asked, curious how we managed to give off that we slept together. My voice came out sharper than intended, my pulse thudding faintly in my ears.
"Nothing, it's just…the way Zane looks at you seems to have changed." Aya looked pensive. "It's the same look I used to see on him when he looked at Allison. I know I'm not supposed to be saying this, but is there a chance that Zane might be seeing you as her? Never mind, that's crazy. No matter how much you two look alike, I'm sure he'd be able to differentiate." She shrugged, but her words hit too close to home, sinking like ice into my stomach.
Maintaining a blank, indifferent look, I demanded, "You don't think you might simply be seeing it wrong?" My fingers dug lightly into the fabric of my trousers, grounding myself.
