not likeable, Theo. People don’t like me. Not really.” I hold up a finger and give him a wide-eyed look, signaling that now is not the time for him to barge in with his tongue-wagging nice-guy act. “People respect me because I’m smart. Or because I’m accomplished. But they don’t like me.” The man across from me stares. I can see him turning my words over in his head. It tilts back and forth as though he is considering everything I’ve just said. “I think I like you because you are a heart-stopping, jaw-dropping type of beautiful.”
