“You’re not nearly as mean as everyone made you out to be, ya know?” I lean over just enough to bump my shoulder against hers. Her lips curve up as she takes another sip of her white wine. Then she bumps my shoulder back. “And you’re not nearly as dumb as everyone made you out to be.” I snort. She is kind of mean, and yet I’m charmed. Theo turns to glance at us, and when his eyes catch on Winter, they soften. They warm. I know how that look feels, but seeing it is something else entirely.
