"I don't want to."
Serena Stanton lifted her glass of fruit and vegetable juice for a sip, her tone steady. "Just bored, browsing at random."
The light poured in, bright as daylight, yet Adrian Shaw's sharp, deep eyes were opaque and unreadable.
He languidly replied with an "oh," his next words layered with meaning: "So you're bored with me, but with Jasper you two have endless things to talk about?"
Together—was he referring to being in the same room, or dating?
A question, purposefully ambiguous.
Serena didn't respond, her voice even: "Mouth's for eating, eyes bored, so naturally they need something else to look at."
"Your eyes are bored? Then look at me." Adrian raised his brow just slightly, an air of habitual indifference. "What, my face not enough for you to look at?"
Serena looked up at him. Before she could speak, he added, unhurried as ever, lips curving with a touch of sarcastic amusement:
