“You’re different than how I thought you’d be,” Millie murmured, a soft smile on her haana-blossom pink lips. One of her shoulders lifted. “Nicer.” Discomfort tangled like a hardened knot in my chest. “I’m not nice,” I informed her, my tone sharp. “Don’t make that mistake.” Her smile died. It almost made me regret the words. Almost. “I want something from you,” I told her, pushing off the wall, knowing I needed to leave. And soon. “I’m selfish.” “And honest,” she added quietly. “At least you’re not a liar.”
