“Come on,” I say hopelessly. “What did you want me to say? Sorry, don’t touch me because my secret girlfriend is right there mentally burning you alive?” She tries to hold onto her bad mood, but it quickly dissipates as she smirks. It’s such a fast shift that it threatens to give me whiplash. And the way she looks at me has me questioning what the hell changed in the last three seconds. “What?” I ask. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she can’t seem to contain herself. “You just called me your girlfriend.” Of course she caught that.
