What did you want to ask?” “Do you like me?” Do I tell her the truth or laugh it off? If I want her in my life, there is only one option. “Yeah, I do. I like you. I thought I’d made it embarrassingly obvious.” “And confusing,” she utters, smacking her lips together. “I like you too, but—” “But?” I pinch my brows together. “You don’t date anyone,” Ava blurts,
