I stop abruptly because she looks like she’s about to laugh and everything I’m saying is stupid, her fingers resting over her mouth, which is curved in a humorous smile. My mouth snaps closed, and I glare, only to hear her giggle in response. My fingers release her, and I’m about to slam the door until it breaks loose from the hinges. But she reaches for me instead this time. “Wait, wait. I’m not laughing at you,” she breathes. “I just—I think I broke you.” Yeah, I think you broke me, too.
