dated Tae … to try not to think about you. Hoping that it might get you out of my system. Just like with the pencil and sketchbook, it didn’t work. Then I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. And if you did, I was afraid of …” Jeb studies the cigarette burns on his forearms through the sheer black stripes of his sleeves. “Go on …,” I press. “Of unloading my baggage on someone as sweet as you.”
