“Nope.” I pinch his cold nose. “No joking it off. This meant a lot.” “Shut up.” “You’re doing that vulnerable thing with me again.” “You’re gross.” “Admit it. You sort of like it.” “I like you.” He looks me straight in the eyes as he says it, and my heart gives this weird jitter. “And I’ll never say you make this shit easier because eww, emotion, but sometimes it’s maybe sort of cool the way I don’t have to think about who I should be when I’m around you.”
