“You looked like you wanted to burn the whole place to the ground,” Wes says. That’s not pity in his eyes, or judgment. Instead, it’s something like… wonder. Maybe admiration, even. It’s so far from what I expected, I don’t know how to respond. The air in the car feels charged now, and I almost think Wes is going to kiss me. But he doesn’t. And that makes me like him even more.
