His eyes grow heavy-lidded. “Can I kiss you?” “No,” I reply. “I’m not interested.” He barks out a laugh. “Ha. See, I just did that to make you laugh.” “What’s your obsession with making people laugh?” “Not people. Only you. You’re scary otherwise.” “Scary?” His voice thickens again. “Do I really scare you?” “Sometimes. Not in that way, though,” I hurry to add. “I find it unnerving when I don’t know what someone’s thinking.”
