“I’m a little too comfortable,” I admitted, pulling my hand from his. “I don’t like it.” “Too comfortable with…?” I rolled my eyes. “You.” “Me?!” he whispered, a big grin spreading across his face in such a way that made it hard not to smile back. Impossible, even. “God you make me sick,” I muttered, shaking my head as I turned away from him to look at literally anything else.
